All good things come to an end
Comments (10) Tonight is our “Progress Check” at the dance studio where we take classes. That means that Steven and I will demonstrate three of the dances we have been learning to the owner of the dance studio, then she will pull us into her little office and try to sell us 50 more dance lessons at over $75 a lesson.
We will sit there, and tell her we have decided to end dance lessons to save money, and she will sit there and try to convince us that it is “worth it” and we can afford it.
Steven and I started dance lessons in August to prepare for our wedding dance. We had fun with the lessons so we signed on for more. But once we signed on for more they started pushing us to buy all of their dance studio paraphernalia.
For about three months they have been telling us that we both need to buy $100 dancing shoes. We still haven’t bought them. And we won’t buy them. We tell them “no,” then they act like we can’t dance without them, and that we will never advance to “bronze level” (the 50 lesson level) if we don’t have them. We still say no.
They get upset when we can only schedule one lesson a week. And we have to rearrange our schedules and leave work early just to make it to that one lesson! We never look forward to it anymore because we don’t want to waste what little free time we have with being pressured to buy new dance shoes.
I have a feeling that trying to terminate dance lessons is going to be like breaking up with that persistent boyfriend who keeps calling and saying “are we still broken up?” (Yeah, that happened to me. Did it happen to you?)
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