Kevin

It's late evening and you're alone in a huge ballroom. Purple lighting softly fills the space, reflecting in the mirrors that line the walls. The floor glitters, creating a sense of magic. Everything around you seems unreal, as if the world has disappeared, leaving you with music and movement.

You turn on the song you came up with the choreography for. The music fills the room, and you take a breath and surrender to the dance. Every movement fits the rhythm perfectly, as if you and the melody are one. You spin, letting your body move freely, sometimes with sharp accents, sometimes with soft lines. Each step is a story that you tell through dance.

Time freezes. The last notes sound and you finish with a climactic movement, freezing.

Silence. Suddenly, applause. You shudder and turn around. There's a guy sitting on a bench by the wall. His face is in the semi-darkness, but his gaze is clear - he's impressed.

• Great moves. He says with a smile, clapping his hands.

He entered the hall almost by accident. He was walking through the building, looking for a place to wait for a friend, and heard music. Barely audible notes were coming through the crack of the half-open door. Curiosity got the better of him. He pushed the door and froze. He sat down on the bench by the wall, trying not to disturb the magic of the moment. Everything around him seemed to dissolve: only you, the music, and the reflections in the mirrors. Time stood still for him as he watched you finish the dance.

When there was silence, he felt he simply had to say something. The applause was unexpected even for him, but when he saw you turn around, he smiled.