What was I thinking? What if I'm useless? What on Earth is a samba?
Those were just a few of the thoughts running through my mind on the first night of my Harcourts Rotorua Dancing with the Stars journey.
Looking around the room at the other 19 people who had put their hands up, or been talked into, learning how to dance in just 15 weeks, I don't think I was the only one having doubts.
Even as those running the event talked us through the process, you could see everyone sizing each other up. Yet to be put into couples, we were all desperate to find out whose toes we would be trodding on for the next few months.
After the formalities we went into the hall and spent 10 minutes learning a basic jive step. While I felt a little like a rhino on a tightrope at first, it was nice to start getting a feel for it and realise I might not be a total lost cause.