Is the Mycologist comfortable taking lead in a dance he's known for, what twenty minutes? Not in the slightest. Is that going to stop him? The current hypothesis is that no.
In all truth, the most difficult task is to keep out of the way of everyone else.

Step, step, spin, step, switch (pause? Why does this dance come with pauses in it?), step. His steel-soled shoes do not make an outright racket on the parquet, but they certainly make up for what the drummer up on the podium is lacking.

A young pair, still figuring out the base steps, jumps to the corner when it notices the Professor and the Mycologist approaching. Surely the Mycologist hasn't led them across the entire dancefloor here on purpose. Just to do this?
"Share a though with me: What would Darwin say of the dancing floor?"