The hall is beautifully decorated in black and gold with a disco ball dangling from above, casting moving spots of light across the room.
The DJ is playing ‘just a little bit’, by kids of 88 and the other students are grooving to the music. The party is for my class but all students of the academy are allowed to attend.
A waiter passes by and we all pick a glass of champagne from the tray.
“So now what?”, Luke asks.
“We dance”, Sophie replies bopping her head to the music then pulls Luke to the side to dance with him.
They all move to different spots in the hall to dance with their dates, leaving just Astor and me.
“May I have this dance milady?”, Astor asks with a bow, his hand outstretched.
“Why yes, you may”. I gulp down the drink and drop the champagne glass on the table bef
