When I Salsa dance, am I supposed to... try?

I had my birthday party on a Saturday in August. After the party ended, a few of us went out to a nearby bar. Most of my family on my mom’s side is Ecuadorian [1] , and my cousin from that side of the family was with us. She was wonderfully drunk and is a natural people person who wants to meet everybody and talk to everybody, and this being eight hours into a birthday-party+bar Drinking Event, we were having random discussions about ethnicity, which somehow led to her drunkenly deciding I was 27% Latino, knighting me as such, and running around the bar informing various strangers of my new ethnic status. This led to a Latina woman inviting me to Salsa dance. This was a disaster, because I have never enjoyed any sort of Spanish dancing of any kind; but it’s terribly rude to turn down a woman who has asked you to dance; so I agreed. Which meant I was stepping back and forth as multiple women gave me instructions at once on the Correct Steps, and which to do at what time, and at my best I only managed to sort of scoot forward at the right times and scoot backward at the right times. And I don’t hate dancing! Especially 8 hours of birthday drinking in, I don’t typically mind dancing a