On the aluminium chair,I break off pieces of blue paint with my fingernails.I am frozen in time, unable to move my cold hands from the frame of the seat. The black lights rest on the linoleum floor, making the whites of eyes and teeth glow like those of the Cheshire cat. People swing wildly to the rhythm of the music, banging their heads and clapping their hands.
The fast music slowly dies down, and shadows scatter off the floor to chairs surrounding the dance area.Soon, the  quiet hum of a slow song fills the dampness of the room, and people slowly walk out onto the floor once again, his time swaying and rocking gently.

The girl sitting next to me, in the whie tee and blue jeans, bites her nails as she gazes at the many couples dancing.Her permed blong hair covers her shoulders as she hunches over her lap. My eyes follow her gaze and soon come upon a mysterious figure headed my way. His tall silhouette comes into the light, and he smiles.