The floor is on fire.
Everyone dances the night away as the DJ plays songs after songs of electro-house banger music from his digital workstation. Sometimes shouting along to catchy lines while thrusting their fists in the air, bouncing on their feet. Good times, loud music and fresh energy fill the atmosphere in the Robertson Valley gym.
The lights dim and the disco ball swirls its lazy rays around. When the school band replaces the heady music mixed by the DJ with nostalgic and sweet old dance floor-filler songs, feet shuffle left and right and groups voluntarily splinter into couples.
A guy in a stylish blue tweed suit, pristine white V-neck shirt and vintage black Converse steals Nikki away. Before she vanishes into the crowd, Nikki throws Andy a furtive glance over her shoulder,
