Charlie started her day wiggling her shoulders since morning, hopping off her bed and down the stairs to a disco music in her head. She even came up with moves, moonwalking into the kitchen with a spin in the end. She couldn’t comprehend it herself with her being normally a drab, boring, office worker from a similarly drab business company for photocopiers. But there she was, hip-thrusting and hands jazzing up as if there was a sun shining outside rather than a dull, drizzly day.

This will be a good day, Charlie had concluded a while ago as she took the most colourful coat from her closet and went out. From the moment, she jumped onto that pavement that really needed fixing, people had been staring at her silly as she continued to dance her way along. She even greeted her neighbours with a cheery wave and a rather chirpy ‘Good morning and happy days!’ Some had taken it into their strides and some were not so accommodating with their slurs. Never mind, Charlie thought and she never did mind as she continued to dance along her way.

Charlie was around half an hour late into her work but that was OK. More than OK, actually. Fantastic, actually, and maybe even a little heavenly. Her colleagues, already drowned and haggard this early morning, never noticed her presence. Her line manager, on contrast, was already tapping his heel onto the drab, carpeted floor and looking at her with a sneer on his ugly face. No, Charlie would not concealed her gleeful face and would not stray her determination. The aide towards the manager’s office became her catwalk and the song in her head became louder. There were disco lights and confetti and cheering crowds that reality never mattered. Charlie was finally going to do it. Charlie was never going to turn back. Charlie was never that predictable, meek nobody anymore. Charlie would not allow it.

Charlie spun again in front of her manager, who was getting more and more red in the face, and whipped out her resignation letter. When her manager finally ripped it out of her hands, she spun back and strutted herself out of the office, her colleagues still buried between mounds of paperwork. But Charlie was fine as the disco lights danced above her head and the bass kept on dropping.

Charlie was turning a page and never going back.