The smell of hot chips, candy, leather, and oiled metal filled the room. One song is fading and the lights are dimming. The mirror ball hanging from the centre most point begins to spin as newly flicked beams glance off its mosaic of mirrors.
The needle settles into a groove of another record. The first couple of bars play and a masculine voice gently begins to croon “Now, I had the time of my life”. Everyone is out on the floor moving in a single direction. Round and round — spinning with the dancing light in the darkness. I imagine the swirling lights to be roller skate fairies. This is my kind of magic. Here, I am having the time of my life.
