Fluttering skirts and flowing dresses.

Everyone's mind is on the dance.

Ping.

The 32nd floor, the penthouse.

As soon as the elevator door opens, a wave of sound and lights rushes in.

The pulse of music fills my chest.

It feels like my heartbeat is being reset to the beat of the pounding noise.

A flurry of lights. Spotlights everywhere.

The whole color spectrum.

Everyone gets off, except for me.