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New Years is hours away! There is a masquerade ball taking place at the Nobis Hotel and we're all invited. This will be Stockholm's biggest and final event of the year!
I slicked on my red lipstick one last time and exited the taxi, dropping me off in front of the Nobis Hotel. I arrived dateless, but excited nevertheless. I smiled as I saw Devon and Katniss chatting just outside the doors, and joined them.
“Hello, darlings!” I gave them both a hug.
“Love your mask!” Devon said, while putting on her own.
“Meow,” I laughed. “But just look at that dress! Breathtaking.”
Devon curtsied. “Fresh off the runway! I wore it recently in a show and just had to get one for myself.”
“Shall we, ladies?” Katniss said, ushering us towards the door.
“Definitely!” I nodded.
As the shiny glass doors of Nobis Hotel swung open, a blast of music and an intense alcohol-like smell came rushing towards us. We all smiled and headed in.
Katniss pointed out Amelie, Layla and Anya dancing in the middle of a large group and we joined them.
“This is fun!” Layla called out over a sea of music and voices.
“I haven’t danced like this in forever.” Amelie said. She was clearly having a blast. We all were!
“Anyone want a drink?” Anya asked the group, looking around. Multiple girls, including myself, nodded. It was New Years Eve, and this would not be my first of the night.
Each of the girls soon found a guy and floated off with him, either dancing, talking, or getting more to drink.
Soon, some tall, light-haired man approached me.
“A dance?” A smile appeared under his navy blue mask. “You look so beautiful tonight, and I know you like dancing.”
Most people in Stockholm knew me from the theatre, so I wasn’t surprised. I began to dance with him, and he began to get closer and closer to me, until I could taste the vodka in his breath. His arms swung around me and he held me tight, as if we were one.
It was a little weird. I had just met him. But hey, it was New Years Eve. Just roll with it.
“What’s your name?” I looked up at him and shouted.
He responded, but I could barely hear him over blaring music, which, at this moment, was Thinkin Bout You by Frank Ocean.
He smiled and repeated his name again, “Thom.”
My jaw dropped. I felt disgusted. I thought that maybe, just maybe, I could have someone for once.
I ripped his arms off and walked away, in search of finding Amelie or Layla or anyone.
I felt his hand on my shoulder spin me around to face him.
“I’m not going to be just another one of your girls. Other ballerinas may sleep with you and whatever, but that’s not going to be me.” I sucked in a deep breath. “If that means I don’t get the bigger parts in upcoming shows, so be it.”
I walked away again, but couldn’t find any of my friends. I did find a little lounge room, however, where I sat down in a big cushy chair and tried to melt away. I could tell my dress was getting squished and wrinkled, but I tried to let go. There was a couple in the room, making out on a couch, which made me feel pretty uncomfortable.
After a while of sitting and decompressing, I checked the time. 11:46. AKA time to stop being down on myself about something I should have expected, and time to start reminding myself why I came here: to have fun.
I lifted myself out of the chair and headed back for the dance floor, a smile pasted on my face.