Death is My BFF Rewritten (Book 1 of the Rewritten Death Chronicles)

Chapter 41: Skeleton

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The lights shut off, blanketing the room with shadows that were not once there before and a silence that broke with a slow song. A spotlight went on the ceiling, outlining a man and a woman in all black and silver masks, dangling from a web of black aerial silk. Their bodies partially intertwined, as they slowly spun around in a circle.

Suddenly, the music picked up, and the man threw himself away from the woman and fell, untangling himself from the aerial silk. My heart caught in my throat. The spotlight went off and some of the audience screamed, expecting this fall was accidental.

Another spotlight went on, this time at the center of the ballroom. The man with the silver mask now stood at the center of the room, his left foot behind his right, leaning forward as if about to charge.

And posed in elegant positions around him, in a circle, were an equal amount of men and women with exotic masks, gelled back hair, and skull makeup that contoured around their cheek bones, adding a sharpness to their faces and eyes. Each individual dancer remained stationary, portraying some sort of powerful emotion just by his or her disposition.

The man with the silver mask began to sway to the music and thus began a domino effect. They all began to sway in unison, moving closer and closer together. Then they were one, moving with the masked man. Following his steps as he spun and flipped around the floor.

And then music changed and the veiled men and woman broke away from their silver masked leader, and paired up with a member from the audience. They brought their audience member onto the dance floor and spun and twirled with their partner. The dancers would pull another person onto the floor, pairing them with their previous partner, and would pluck another person from their chair.

Other audience members got up by themselves and paired up, smiling, laughing and falling into the rhythm of the music.

Soon enough, almost the entire floor was dancing around the room to a formation that I'd never seen before. I was so wrapped up in it all, leaning over the back of my chair with my head resting on my arms.

"Dance with me," Ace said, breaking my attention away from the floor. He was standing next to my chair, with his hand outstretched down at me. "We'll get closer to the stage this way, where Devin is seated."