The Imperfect Perfectionists

12. The Night

The sand glowed in the morning with a radiant shine that lifted up people's spirits no matter what. And then there was the ocean that touched the sand and went away like someone's hand in the crowd. As soon as the dark came, our lights came on, and everyone had fun. For what? No one knows. But everyone danced in the night till the perspiration happened no more, and ate like they hadn't eaten for a thousand years and were awake till the wee hours of the morning to kiss.
But, as usual there was a difference in Oliver's story. Oliver was an actor, acting was everything for him, he could pull off anything. For one audition he even acted as Romeo and Juliet in a mono act!
He had also learnt dance and he had loved it immensely. But he left it for a point of time and he hadn't danced for so long.
In the restaurant on the beach with an adjoining bar, Gabrielle was drinking a cocktail, and a guy came near and they got talking. They both stated laughing and he touched her hair and there was a glow on her face.
Oliver was watching them. And it pinched him.
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Then the music started. Salsa. Oliver was wearing a dark purple shirt with black formal pants. He held out his hand for Casey to take it. She looked at it. She smirked and said, "You do know, I'm a trained dancer right?".
"Yes."Oliver said.
She took his hand. Needless to say both of them set the fire on the stage just like Adele set it on the rain. Oliver just a bit more better than Casey. After the dance, Oliver was going to his cabin while someone stopped him. Brandon.