Seventeen. She is moving through her teenage years with as much speed as she can muster. School, work, friends – they're all OK, but they feel artificial, two-dimensional. They're not what she's on this planet for. She sleeps late and lives for the evenings.
Here, in this world of shadows and bright, glowing colours, is her space. Here is the music, her lifeblood. Only here does she come alive.
She owns this dancefloor. More. She reigns over it. It is her kingdom, and everyone who steps on to it is her subject, hers for the choosing.
She is the dancing queen.