The invitation could not have been more cryptic. I held it in my hands and read it once, twice and then after the third I thought about giving up and going home.I was standing in a small abandoned looking theater. The place smelled of mothballs and dust.

The small black card I was holding in my hands had been slipped under my door when I held arrived from a long shift. The message or riddle made no sense but there was un address and weirdly enough a social media page. I googled it and realized it was a type of speak-easy style place where you needed a special invite. The thought of a cool exclusive party was better than staying home and dwelling on my shitty day, so I got changed into something fitting for the occasion, got in my car and drove here.

Now I stood clueless at the designated adress. The front door had led me to small room almost fully covered in mirrors. There was no music playing and no one else around. I was about to leave and then I saw it, one mirror looked smudged with hundreds of fingerprints. I walked over and pushed on the glass releasing a gasp at the reveal of a secret door. I pushed my way into the dimly lit hallway and heard the door close behind me. The music was much louder inside the hall and as I approached the large se of double doors I heard the voices of people. The large wooden door creaked open and then you were in awe.

On the other side was a large ballroom, decorated with beautiful art nouveau inspired chandeliers made of stained glass. I walked into the room fully seeing it was filled with many other guests around 100-200 maybe more. The decor was minimal leaving lots of space for dancing. Many already moved to the music and I saw a live band hidden in the back corner of the large space.

I was near the door still too taken aback to move when he approached me. A tall handsome looking man with dark locks of hair and even darker eyes.

“Can I ask you for a dance?” His smile stole your breath.

“Yes” I didn’t think twice about my answer, I had come here to have fun and be spontaneous and just feel something. He led me to an empty spot on the floor and started leading. I tried to follow without stepping on his feet.

“Do you um come here often?” My question to him was genuine though I knew it sounded like a pick up line.

“No it’s my first time. You?” He asked also curious.

“Me too.” I looked around

“Well I’m glad I decided to come even though I for sure thought I would get murdered.” He joked and I looked up to him laughing at the comment since the thought had also crossed my mind.

“Me too.” I agreed again and then rested my head against his shoulder letting him guide my movements fully making it much easier to follow. I danced for hours with this man who I learned was named Michael then he walked me to my car where we promised to see each other again.