Multicolored spotlights wildly spun around casting patterns on everything within range. It was the only source of bright light unless you counted the neon stripes off the bar. Other wise it was all black lights posted on trees in random intervals. Speakers were mounted high up blasting songs that the DJ spun out. In the heart of the woods no on would be disturbed except for the animals but none of them really cared about them till morning hit when the birds started to sing. In the middle of the dance area, she danced denying any guy who couldn't keep up with her. Her auburn hair streaked with neon red flew every which way as her body moved with the beat of the music. Her eyes were closed ignoring everything around her. All her problems, all the stress or work and being an adult were gone. It was just her and the dance floor.
(October 2005)

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