Cordelia strode to the center of the dance floor, ignoring all of the curious looks. She stool poised, like a bird waiting for some signal before taking off. She knew exactly what she was dancing for. Reciprocation was no longer an issue. This was her one chance to tell everyone what she had come to this place for.
The first notes of the violin slid through the air and with her first movements, Cordelia attracted the eye of all who had hoped to pass the time in conversation. She slowly began a dance that was not quite ballet, or contemporary, or any other type known to people. She progressed slowly without effort and moved to the steady thrum of the music.
She spun in a blur of flashing emerald, pirouetting to the furious sound of the strings