Such a constructive and timely addition, Polished, good on you.
Anyway...
Promenade Chase in Int. Tango.
At first, it was just an unidentified abominable desecration of dancing.
Then, it became clear I wasn't closing at all.
Then, he was "helping himself around".
Then... I was fake closing again.
Finally, we managed to get it to look like a curving feather. I still feel like my thigh whacks his and intercepts his movement, because I forget to close, but I'm "helping", dammit.
Yes, we *do* have someone here helping us, we're also nuts, and no, we're not soliciting coaching from a forum. "Just Sayin', Is All..."

Spice World always puts me in a cheery mood.