nothing but dance (open)

[kristil]

Kristil stood in front of the door way looking through into the ball room. Her eyes marveled at the area, its high ceiling, and tile floor. It was a room waiting for wonder. Each wall seemed to be made to hold the sound of music in, for the notes to flout up and then bounce back to the floor from once it came. This room was a marvelous room. Everything that went into it was picked out to go with the rest. Nothing was out of place nor didn’t belong there. Kristil tilted her head holding her bags in her hands a smile bracing her face. She bent her knees letting her bags touch the floor before she loosened her grasp and let them go. Her eyes were running wild with the colors of the room and she had to be apart of them. She stood up straight and let her right foot lightly step into the room’s atmosphere. Already she could feel the room’s energy piercing through her skin.

The room was even bigger on the inside and it seemed to drag on forever. It was a dancer’s dream come true, but Kristil was not a dancer. She was something else. Her feet brought her further into the room each step slow and steady. The smile on her face grew as she imagined all the people in the room dancing in their gowns and suits. Each a prince and a princess for a night, no one could tell them other wise. Everyone’s faces glowing brightly in the light with a smile that just made it so much better. The food sprawled out on tables clothed with material that could shame the prettiest dress. Food that would be eaten with forks not fingers, sitting at a table not standing. The wonders that this room could be, the smiles that it could bring to faces, and the jealousy that it would also bring. Kristil shrugged that last though off though. Dances were suppose to be fun, not a time for snickering at someone who got to dance with someone you wanted to be with.

She then bit her lip a bit and walked back to the doors bringing her things inside. With a bit of a push she managed to shut the doors so she wouldn’t feel so stupid for what she was about to do. Setting her things to the side she started her way to the middle of the room. Once there she imagined people around the room dancing to the new song that played and echoed through the room. She imagined a boy in front of her holding her at the wait with one hand, her resting her left hand in his right and her right lying on his shoulder. Her feet began to move for the beginning of the salsa and her smile beaming. She began to laugh with every turn and movement of the dance. Dancing alone wasn’t that hard and with the help of her imagination it made it seem like she wasn’t. She shut her eyes and the imagination seemed to be becoming real. The music seemed to be drifting into her ears and the fake feel of the boy’s hands became warm. As the song ended in her head she stopped dancing and she opened her eyes.

The room was once again empty no one there, just her own self. But she wasn’t going to let her fun stop after just one dance alone. She began flipping though her mind for another song. A faster song that could make her move her feet more and add flips to so she could emphasize the dance was the type of song she was looking for. It took only a few more minutes and then she was back to dancing. It started with the tap of her foot and her eyes began to close again. Her arms flouted up over her head and then came back down her sides her hands brushing softly on her skin. She fixed her shirt as her hands reached the end of it and waited for the up beat in her head. When it came her shoulders began to twist her body to the side as her knees bent and her head looking to the side. She switched the form a few times waiting for the next beat. Her arms finally became horizontal over her chest from left to right before she spun around in a circle. It was the time of her life in the ball room.

She began to laugh and sing along with the song in her head dancing the day away. Before she knew it she was dancing the routine that she and her friends had made up at her old school and when she closed her eyes there they were dancing along with her. Their voices and laughter filled her head; it was like being back there as if she had never left. Soon she let her heart and soul enter her movements and she flipped her hair around messing it up. This was one of those times that she didn’t care that it was messy. Kristil loved to dance. It had always reminded her of her childhood with her mother in the living room singing at the top of their lungs. At that moment Hogwarts didn’t seem so bad anymore. Actually it seemed pretty ok, no it was more than ok. It was spectacular. Just as long as she could dance in the ball room.