The Dance Room

Ella Cameron
Ella Cameron
Short story by Ella Cameron, Year 11, Queen's High School

I flick the light switch on.

I am surrounded by empty space. Silence. Footfalls echo across wooden board.

I slowly draw the red velvet curtains to reveal my own reflection.

The whole room and myself are framed in the mirror. But the room is still empty. Still silent.

People begin to enter one by one and we all begin to stretch.

I can feel every muscle and bone in my body being pulled at sufficient force.

The temperature gradually rises and the space in this space begins to grow smaller.

This room is giving me something, I feel it, but I'm not quite sure what.

Press Play.

The booming beat vibrates right through me.

The room has woken up and come alive. The movement in the room gives an earthquake feel.

A bolt of energy then hits, and with that, I move to the left, move to the right.

So does everyone else.

Arms are flying through the air and smiles are shared.

I'm soaring round and round this space. Move after move, plus a few more moves.

The room becomes humid and I can feel a drop of sweat gliding down my forehead.

I realise I don't just have to go left and right like this, the possibilities are limitless.

Floor boards creak, the mirror bounces. I leap, run, slide around the room. So does everyone else.

It's not only the music pumping, but my blood. I can feel my heart racing at high speed. Time flies past and this fusion comes to a halt.

I let out a big sigh and chuck myself on to the cold hard ground.

The rush slowly leaves my body and I breathe. I just breathe.

Everyone begins to pack up their gear and exit the dance room, huffing, and puffing.

I am left.

My body begins to cool down, slowly but steadily. The space in this space has expanded.

That's when I realise, there's nothing special about this space at all, everything is still. I realise it's 5 o'clock and drag myself up to my feet.

I am surrounded by empty space. Silence.

Footfalls echo across wooden board.

I slowly close the red velvet curtains to hide my own reflection. The whole room and myself are gone.

The room is empty, silent.

I flick the light switch off.

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