" We need a big event to bring people to the club."
" I know but what?"
" How about a fair?"
" No. We have one planned for fall."
" Oh yes. How about a picnic?"
" No. Too childish. We could throw one for the children in the club."
" We should."
" How about a ball?"
" A ball?"
" Yes. It's perfect. Everyone in the club is invited to come and dance the night away. It's perfect."
" Yes…yes it is. What should me call the ball?"
" How about…I don't know."
" Me neither."
" Excuse me?"
" Yes ma'm?"
" I hate to interrupt but why not call the ball 'A Midsummer Night Dream'?"
" 'A Midsummer Night Dream'? It's…perfect."
" Yes it is. Thank you…where did she go?"
" I don't know."
Just like she stepped in she stepped out into the night. Walking away as a smile spread across her face. Fate does step in when you need it the most.