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[dream] dancing queen

request ? || no

prompt ? || it's dancing queen by ABBA songfic what more do you need

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It's a stormy night. Cold and dreary, hollow winds and thunder pirouetting through the heights of the heavens and the depths of the darkness.

But who can hear it after looking at you?

You, in a cherry red gown, stealing the show with just a twirl and a bow, those eleven years of dance going to real use as you seem to float off the dance floor, taking the eyes of the other party members with you.

However you can't see them, as your eyes are glued shut, too afraid of what they would think. The stares all just a pointed dagger of embarrassment waiting to strike, the silence of awe just a veil for the whispers behind them.

It's not like you wanted to be dancing for a crowd, but when someone challenged you to a dance off, you and your headstrong need to win, just couldn't resist. You had to go first, something you would've had a panic attack for in elementary school, but the mood for dance was too powerful.

You hadn't always been broken like this. No one really had been born broken.

But as you tango across the dance floor, you look far from broken. Especially to someone who's never seen you as broken.

He stood watching you, a glimmer of admiration in his eye as you created an aura of absolute beauty around you. Of course he wanted you to open your eyes before you catapulted into some innocent person just trying to grab a slice of cake, but all in good time.

The challenger, a woman with an extravagantly extra tulle dress that reached out to her elbows watched from the sideline, clearly exasperated that you were stealing her light. Clay just chuckled, knowing that when she got a bit tipsy after the dance off, she'd be hooking up with the nearest male that looked half decent.

You finished your dance and bowed again, forcing your eyes to open. What you saw- the admiration, the excitement, the awe- caused your breath to catch on feelings that you hadn't felt in a while. Finding your best friends eyes, the calming sea green that they always were, the breath finally escaped the emotions. His eyes made you forget everything; the embarrassment, the center of attention you hadn't been in a while.

His eyes let you escape.

Him blinking caused you to snap out of it, which allowed you to get off the dancing floor and join him by the punch table. As you sip on the clearly overwatered cherry punch, you watch your opponent halfheartedly salsa her way across the floor.

"She's too out of it. You need to feel the dance, let it air your bones and engulf your mind. It lets you remember that you're anchored by the same feet that help you fly." You mumble this to yourself, but Clay catches it and smiles.

He hadn't heard you speak of anything like this before, something you loved passionately and let it overtake everything just to show how good you are at it.

When the woman dressed like a dove but the balance of a plump turkey finally ended her performance, she let the crowd decide who won. Closing your eyes, you waited for them to jeer at you, tell you your all wasn't enough.

Sinking back into the hole of despair, you could suddenly hear the thunder again. But if it were outside or in your head, you couldn't tell.

"Love, are you there?" Clay's voice rang from somewhere above. You latch onto the echo of the calm tone and let it carry you back to reality. Eyes opening, you see him, looking perfect in the light of the party.

"You won. Now go give them a victory dance." Your mouth drops. Clay grasps your hand and pulls you onto the floor, letting off a final sentence before your lost in the dance algorithm.

"Keep your eyes open this time."

You remember that these people like your dancing. They don't want to see someone else. They chose you, of all people.

They love you.

And with that thought, you preform the rest of the night with your eyes open, because the raindrops that had clouded them before were now dried away by the sun, the people enjoying your dance. Your eyes never left Clay, the rainbow you could finally see after all this time.

A man whispered behind Clay. "She's really good at this."

Clay smiled without turning.

"She's the Dancing Queen."

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When I say I loved this-

I mean it.

What a great way to start a book off, really *dabs eyes with environment friendly tissues*

GO HYDRATE

<3 nilla