He had been wearing a completely white suit, coupled with a white mask that covered his eyes and nose, leaving his lips the only thing unveiled. He had kneeled in front of where I was sitting and asked me if she wanted to dance and I, immediately taken by how polite he was, as well as wanting to stretch my legs said yes. It was the only time we would hear each other speak that night.
I had been wearing a black ballgown, that flowed out all around and behind me, with a black mask that covered only my eyes. As I took his hand, I realised how starkly they contrasted, and thought it added to the mystery that our masks already created.
He helped me up out of my seat and I followed him in the middle of the ballroom, amidst all the other couples dancing. One of his hands went around my waist and the other lifted my hand and our fingers intertwined.
The band began to play the most beautiful piece of music I have ever heard. It was vaguely familiar. It started off fast, and he twirled me around multiple times. Then it slowed, and he pulled me back to him and we began ballroom dancing slowly, our right hands within each others and my hand on his chest and his on my waist. The music began building up and our movements became faster, wilder, our hands gripping each other tightly. He slowly began pushing me away from him and I moved away from him and when the music became stronger, we both pushed away completely from each other, as if ripped apart and circled each other, keeping our eyes fixed on each other. We continued this for barely a few seconds, getting closer to each other and when we met in the center of the circle, the song exploded into its chorus, our hands reached out to each other and he pulled me back to him, my hands falling flat on his chest, my lips inches from his, matching the original songs words. He grabbed my hand and twirled me around and dipped my body down. He pulled me up, pulling me closer to him, my hand on his chest and the other wrapped in his and we moved faster, completely in sync with the music and each other.
I was in shock. I had never been in sync with anyone this well. I always ended up tripping, or tripping them over. The chemistry was never this strong, not even with someone I had practiced the same routine over and over again with. Who was he, and how were we so in sync with each other? It was like we knew our every move. Like he could read my mind. Like I could read his.
We began swaying slowly with the music, our movements becoming faster when all of a sudden the music slowed down and we slowly began circling each other again, our hands never leaving each others waist, and our eyes never leaving each others. The music sped up and we joined hands again, he spun me around, my back against his chest and held me there for a few seconds before letting me spin outward again and back to him. We were moving faster and faster, and when the song slowed again, we moved slowly to the rhythm. Our dance became faster as the song built up and as it reached its peak, he lifted me up by my waist, spun me around and painfully slowly, his eyes never leaving mine brought me down. His hands left my waist and he intertwined my fingers with his again. We began moving, ballroom dancing, and he dipped my body once more, his mouth slowly trailing up my neck, and I shut my eyes and let the feeling envelope me. He reached my chin and pulled me back to him. We danced, fast and then slow, automatically adjusting. The dance, like the song, had a hint of mystery to it. Who was he? Where did he learn to dance like that? The movements, in sync with the song were slow, then frantic as though we would lose each other all too soon. The song began ending and I dreaded it. I dreaded the moment our dance would have to end. The moment that our hands would no longer be intertwined. The moment he wouldn't be spinning me around and dipping me down. We swayed slowly to the music. As the song reached its final, strongest crescendo, he tightened his grip on my waist and lifted me up, spinning me around. I threw my head back and my back bent, leaving my head and feet in the air. My arms extended and the dress added to the effect of me flying. I looked down at him and our eyes met with a ferocious intensity, our gazes never leaving each others as he set me slowly on my feet, my lips barely brushing his. Our eyes blazed into each others, more intensely than ever during the dance and we continued our dance, matching the music and when it ended, we stood, our sweaty foreheads pressed against each others, breathing heavily, our hands still gripped in each others grasps and a crowd watching us. His eyes, green and bright, stared into mine as we caught out breath. Will I find out who he is now? Part of me didn't want to. Part of me wanted to keep the mystery alive, by having an amazing experience with a stranger. A complete stranger and spending the rest of my life not knowing who he was. The other part of me burned with a furious curiosity to know who this man was, and how he learnt to dance like that. And although our appearances contrasted so sharply with each other, my straight jet back hair and brown eyes, black dress and mask against his curly brown hair and green eyes, white suit and mask, we had the same thought and let go of each other's hand. This was it. We straightened up and walked away, going in opposite directions as the not-so-small crowd that had been watching in awe now watched in confusion and slight astonishment at how neither of us had even tried to take each others masks off.
No one tried to stop us. I immediately went to my friend who was staring at me as though she'd never seen me before, told her I needed to go and left the masquerade ball before anyone could talk to me. I needed to think. Who was he and how did we fall immediately in sync with each others movements? How did we have such sudden, undeniable chemistry that we could have orchestrated a complicated dance like that, never having met each other before? It didn't make sense. The dance, apart from tiring the hell out of me and my ankles, had been so intense. Our eyes had never, not once strayed from each other and I had never experienced anything as intense as our dance. And why did he not try to find out who I was? Any other person would have, but not him. I was amazed, and I wanted to see him again. Hell if I ever saw him again I'd probably do more with him than just dance.
I couldn't sleep that night, my thoughts filled with the masked stranger and our sudden but perfect chemistry and when I did fall asleep, I dreamt of the ballroom and me and him completely alone in it, dancing as we had been.
We both chose to keep the mystery alive, and it was what made the experience both unbearable and exciting. It was one dance with a complete stranger who we would never see again. Or that's what we thought.
hi hey hello so this beautiful piece of music is the inspiration for this fic http://jemcarstairs.co.vu/post/73006858142/jaredpadaleckisfedora and its obviously the song they danced to ok
