Donna started twisting and the world melted away. Her socks moved back and forth on the ceramic floor. her elbows were tucked in tight against her, her hands almost parallel to the floor. The other dancers around faded and disappeared. The walls crumbled and let in the cool night air and bright stars overhead.
Then that fell away as well, and there was just Donna and the music.
Tears welled in her eyes but did not fall. She shook her hips. The tears dried.
The song ended and the world exploded back into existence. Now she could see Harry with his arm around the blonde's waist. His smile too wide. the blonde moved in closer. Harry kissed her ears.
Donna stared with fist clenched and trembling lips. The disc jockey dropped the needle on another record and the she felt it build inside her. The song started, she began to twist and the world fell away again.
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