The Cha-cha-cha (in Spanish chachachá) is a dance and style of music derived from the rumba and mambo. It is named for its characteristic rhythm, one-two cha-cha-cha.
The English dance teacher Pierre Lavelle[?] visited Cuba in 1952 and found a form or rumba being performed with extra steps. He taught these steps as a separate dance which came to be known as Cha-cha-cha, or, erroneously, Cha-Cha.
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