Hit the dance floor!

[Rice]

Walking around the big castle the mysterious young boy stumbled about what seemed to be a big room with a wooden floor. He glanced around the room with curiousity and explored it. When he found a switch he automatically turned it on and when he did the whole room shot out with different colours and lights flashed all around him.
He didn't seemed overwhelmed but excited. Soon he ran over to the DJ stand and turned on some tunes.
The music was amazing and the beat was pulsing threw his veins like a marching band at a parade.
He jumped from the stand and over to the dance floor, his feet going left and right and all over when he danced on the magnificent floor.
He wondered where everyone was.

[nightangel]

Angeles jumped when the music started out of nowhere. Following her ears, she raced aroung, trying to find the source of that Godly beat. By the time she finally found it, others had gotten there. There weren't too many people, but enough for her to be able to dance and not be the only one.
Cautiously entering the room, she looked around for anyone that might recognise her. None.
Breathing a sigh of relief, she went to a table in the corner and downed half a bottle of water. Finally ready and refreshed, she headed out to the floor, ignoring the fact that almost everyone there was older than her twelve years. This was about music, about dancing, about art.
Throwing her ever-wet hair up in a sloppy bun, she started to concentrate on the beat. It only took her a second to get it down, and when she did Angeles' hips started swaying, her feet flying, her hands singing.
This was her favorite part of coming from a hispanic background; she loved to dance, and she was incredibly good at it.