Soft music filled the air as the ballroom was overflowing with dancing couples. Everywhere you'd turn, a pair of happy faces could be seen together. This dance seemed to bring couples closer together in a binding love that would never cease to end. Never before had love been so powerful...Yet, one was sitting by himself: a man of 16, sitting there in the proper attire: a tuxedo to match all others in existence, with a rose blooming in his coat pocket. He had come to the dance alone, hoping to find a woman with beauty beyond belief. So far, not one lady acknowledged him in even the least bit. It seemed as if all hope had been lost...
Just then, from across the room, a gorgeous woman, watching the dancing couples, came into his view. Never before had he seen such beauty. She soon noticed him, giggling at the mere thought of it. However, it wasn't a giggle that portrayed her disgust over him, but a giggle that expressed how flattered she was that any man would stare at her for so long.
The man, having a new sense of confidence, arose from his seat and traveled across the ballroom. Making his way through the couples who danced the night away, he kept all focus on the mystery girl. It wasn't long before he reached her. Extending his right hand out, he asked the girl if she would honor him with a dance, to which she accepted. She stood up, placing her hand upon his.
As soon as her hand was placed on his, the entire room went dark. The thousands of couples dancing; the relaxing piano; the girl whose face resembled a springtime garden; all gone in an instant. Just as the man finally received happiness, it was all taken away from him...
Taken away from him by the alarm clock in his room...
Trace suddenly rose to the sound of the alarm. 'It was only a dream...' he thought to himself, depressed that all of that didn't occur at all. That dream... it all seemed so real. The dance; the music; the girl. It was as if he was really there...
What troubled him most was the girl he had asked to dance. Everything about her seemed so familiar: the way her hair shined in the light; the way her smile illuminated the entire room; the way her face seemed to be that of an angel...
It was 12:00 P.M. now; lunch break had just begun at Red Brook High School. Trace had been drawing in his sketch book every day since school began. Random drawings would make their way from his pencil to the paper: girls walking down the hall; the football team deciding what plays to make during the next game; the luminescent sunlight shining down on the school. But today, he was drawing a picture of a single girl- the same girl he had dreamed about the night before. Everything about her had been perfectly portrayed on the paper...
All but her face...
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