Dance
-anonymous




The tinkling of glass, a bow from the musicians, a soft murmur of conversation, an occasional loud laugh. The soft, warm glow casted by the crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling created a comfortable ambience which blanketed the guests milling around. When the musicians - two violinists, a cellist, a double bassist, and a pianist ended their rendition of one of Tchaikovsky’s most famous pieces, the guests paused and clapped gently for them. Everyone had a smile etched onto their faces, most of them genuine, some of them forced. Even so, everyone tried to put on their best behavior tonight. Save one person, me.

I hated coming to these stupid balls. Every few months, my mother, who by the way was the CEO of the company now, would drag me to one of her company dinners. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love mummy and all, but WHY does she have to drag me to one of these boring-assed functions all the time. Ever since Daddy died two years ago, mummy has been the one who ran the company and made sure that business still went on as usual. However, when the first invitation to a collaborating company’s dinner came, I volunteered to be her partner seeing as how I was the only child and that Daddy wasn’t around anymore. Big mistake. Well, it seemed like a great idea at that time and till now, I don’t regret volunteering seeing as how I made Mummy so happy. But seriously, coming to more than thirty events like the one I had yet AGAIN been forced to go to was not only getting on my nerves, but the annoying kids of the company heads really irritated me to no end.

I call them kids though they’re all probably my age or even older than me. However, even though they’re all around twenty, they have the brain capacity of a five year old and they always try, might I add extremely uselessly, to flirt with me. The first guy that had tried to make a move on me was quite cute, until he tried to put his hand on my . I slapped him across his face, and left a rather satisfying red mark, but my mum had to make an apology to his parents after that. I thought that slapping the guy would have chased off more of those rather disgusting creatures, but god save me, I was wrong. Even more of them started to try get their dirty little paws on me because they thought that I looked hot when I was annoyed. Soon, not only were there guys trying to hit on me, girls started trying too because they liked the fact that I was feisty. Weird logic much? Anyway, that’s part of the reason why I hated coming to these events so much.

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Flashback

“Honey, are you free tonight?”

I sighed, already knowing where the conversation would lead to.

“Hey mummy, yeah, I’m free tonight. I just finished my homework.”

“Great! Can you accompany me to the dinner tonight? You don’t have to agree if you don’t want to.”

My mum knew how much I hated going to these things, but how could I turn her down? I love her and as cheesy as this might sound, I would do anything to make her happy. Except for giving up my favourite colour, pink.

“It’s okay, I’ll go with you tonight.”

“You sure honey? You don’t have to force yourself to go.”

I could see the twinkle in her eyes that had appeared the moment I had agreed. I couldn’t possibly hurt her by saying that I really didn’t want to go right? I’m not heartless you know.

“Yeah, I’m sure. What time do we have to leave? I’ll start getting ready.” I replied as cheerfully as I could and got off my bed and headed toward my colossal wardrobe.

“The chauffer will be at the doorstep at 7.30. Thanks for going honey, it means a lot to me.”

End flashback

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That was how I found myself leaning against the cold marble walls again, while swirling a glass of champagne in my hand. I had decided on wearing a shimmery, silk, emerald coloured dress which fell to slightly above my knees. My heels, yes, of course they were heels, I love my heels too much, were my favourite pair of black Laboutins and around my neck was the lock necklace which I always wore. Don’t ask me why, but I loved it the moment I saw it in the display case outside Tiffany and Co. and mummy had bought it for me. I thought that it would be really cool if my soul mate who was somewhere out there was wearing the exact same necklace but with a key instead. I hadn’t bothered to do much with my hair, so I just left it the way it usually was. Bangs swept to the right, hair curling down to the middle of my back.

I was…… bored. There really was no other way to put it. I didn’t like hanging out with all the other rich kids because all they talked about was , drugs, and more . That’s where all the rumors about rich kids being spoiled and obnoxious came about. Sure, I was a kid and my family was rich, but that didn’t mean that I was an annoying and big-headed pig. I hated it when people were sickeningly sweet towards you just because you had the money, and it was even worse when they tried to buy your friendship over. That doesn’t mean I don’t have friends though! Jessica and Yuri have been my best friends ever since I could remember and it didn’t come as much of a shock to me when they told me that they were dating. I was happy for them that they were together, and I tried to give them as much lovey dovey time as possible because I felt awkward being the third wheel all the time. They were true friends, those that stuck by you no matter what happened and those that didn’t backstab you.

After trying hard to ignore a girl who had been trying to make eye contact with me the whole night, I decided to make a quick escape to the washroom before she came over and did anything disturbing. Setting the flute glass down on a nearby table, I made my way towards the washroom, making sure to make a few detours first before quietly slipping through the door when I made sure that no one was following me. Stepping towards the intricately carved sink, I sighed when I saw my own reflection staring back me. Don’t ask me why, it was on impulse. Suddenly, a heard the toilet flush and someone stepped out from one of the cubicles furthest away from me. A small girl walked out and smiled when she neared me. While she the faucet and rinsed her hands, I took a quick glance at her. She was dressed in a simple darkish blue chiffon dress, with a thick black belt wrapped around her slender waist. Her hair was pinned back with a sapphire studded clip which revealed her forehead and made her look even more innocent. She looked sixteen.

Done with rinsing her hands, she grabbed a few paper towels and smiled at me again before introducing herself.

“Hello! I’m Taeyeon. Nice to meet you!” She said.

Her voice was……. I don’t even know how to describe it. The closest word that I can think of would probably be goddess-like. When she spoke, her words came out like clear water rushing down a stream, leaping and bubbling over the pebbles and stones. I was fascinated.

When I still hadn’t replied after a while because of all the thoughts rushing through my head, her smile faltered a little and a tiny little frown replaced her smile.

“Oh, hello. I’m Tiffany. Nice to meet you too.” I replied quickly, flushing slightly at how stupid I had looked while I had been gawking at her voice.

Her smile came back. She looked so adorable when she smiled. Her luscious red lips would pull back and reveal those pearly white teeth, albeit they were a little crooked. Her eyes were gorgeous too but they were tarnished slightly by the dark circles underneath which she had tried to hide with her makeup.

“You’re cute. How old are you?” I asked.

I was well-known for being blunt and straight forward when I spoke, so it didn’t bother me much when her eyebrows shot up in surprise at my question.

“Thank you. You’re pretty cute yourself too.” She chuckled.

“You didn’t answer me yet. How old are you?”

“Guess.”

“Hm… sixteen? Nineteen tops.” I said, confident with my answer.

“How old are you then?” She replied, while failing to hide a smile.

“I just turned twenty at the beginning of this month.”

“Oh, happy birthday then.” She said and winked at me before leaving.

“You still didn’t tell me your age!” I half shouted, wary of the stalkers I had that were no doubt looking for me again.

“That girl…..” I grumbled when she ignored me.

In all the other events that I had been to, I hadn’t seen her before. It was a new feeling for me, seeing someone that I liked instead of having to push those hormone-raging monsters off me. Oh no, speaking of the devil…..

“Tiiffaaaaannnnyyyyyyyy.” A girl , who had been stalking me since the first time she had seen me had slyly entered the washroom and locked the door behind her.

Why in the world are there even locks on the washroom door?! Shouldn’t there only be locks on the cubicle doors?!

Even standing a few metres away from her, I could already smell the booze on her. I backed away slowly, a scowl plastered onto my face.

“Fannnnyyyyyyyyy. I think you’re sooo *hiccup* hootttt. *hiccup* Isn’t it ge-*hiccup*tting just a teensy bit hot in *hiccup* here?” She slurred, while dragging her feet towards me.

“Don’t call me Fany. Only my friends call me that, and you’re not a friend. Please move, I want to leave.” I said and tried to push my way out.

A hand clutched onto my wrist tightly as I struggled to push the drunk girl away and before I knew it, we were both falling. Damn, why the hell did she have to land above me! I struggled harder and tried to push her off before she could sit on me, but she seemed to have herculean strength and sat down on my stomach effortlessly, pinning me down. Oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no. I’m dead. God save me, I’m going to get by a girl in a washroom.

I shut my eyes tight and turned my head away, not wanting to see what the girl would do. I could feel her hot alcoholic breath against my neck and the feeling made my skin crawl. Disgusting. Just as she pressed her lips fiercely against the side of my neck and on my skin hard, her weight shifted and I tried one last time to push her off. YES! THANK GOD! I exhaled in relief when the girl, whom I still had no idea what her name was, rolled off me and I quickly sprung up. Fumbling with the lock, I cursed when I saw her getting back up and move towards me again. Finally, the lock slid out of place and I pulled the door op