She was there again. Sarah didn't know exactly where, but somehow she had been there before. Masked people with their embellished and distorted faces surrounded her. Their laughter and raucous squeals blended with music. Although this time, the music was different, way different. It was very upbeat and familiar...Is that "Love Shack" by the B-52s? Sarah asked herself.
The dancers shimmied and moved to the beat of the popular song. Sarah herself began to move to the tempo. The joy that emanated from the crowd was infectious. She grabbed hold of her skirts and realized that she was wearing her prom dress. She and Karen had picked it out together the week before. It was one of the few shopping trips that the woman and the girl actually got along. It was red with a sweetheart neckline and ruched puffy sleeves at the shoulders. The skirt flared from the waist and went to her knees. Matching red kitten heels adorned her petite white feet. She felt a little out of place as she noticed how everyone else was clad in Renaissance costumes. No one really seemed to notice. It was just a big dance party and the crowd was hopping. Pushing insecurities aside, she began to dance with everyone else.
Love Shack, baby Love Shack!
Love Shack, baby Love Shack!
Love Shack, baby Love Shack!
Love Shack, baby Love Shack!"
The final notes of the upbeat song reverberated throughout the room. Instantly, the tone of a piano began to play at a slower tempo. The tune was yet again another familiar song. One she had heard many times played on her radio. This time she recognized it as Richard Marx's "Right Here Waiting". As if on cue, the unseen light source dimmed. Small glimmers of light sprinkled and swirled across the dancers and floor. She felt someone grab her hand. She turned towards her captor and came face to face with a masked man.
"Would you give me the honor to share this dance with me?" He asked behind a bronze mask with long straight horns. It gave him a slightly menacing look, but his eyes stared at her expectantly. Although behind the mask they were familiar and mesmerizing. They shone as a cool blue in contrast to the bronze, which emphasized the dilated pupil of one eye. Speechless and captivated, Sarah nodded her consent. The man removed his mask and revealed his true identity. Sarah instantly knew who her partner was; she felt transfixed as they stared into each other's eyes. They began to move in unison as the song continued.
The young woman was held spellbound by his firm and gentle lead. They turned and glided around the other couples to an empty space. The swirling glimmers of light began to change color and would periodically light up their faces, but their gazes into each other's eyes remained unbroken.
"Wherever you go,"
Whatever you do,
I will be right here waiting for you,
Whatever it takes,
Or how my heart breaks,
I will be right here waiting for you..."
His hand slid from her waist to the small of her back to bring her closer to him. A few scant inches separated their bodies and the distance was closing slowly as the couple twirled. Just as their faces were a hair's breath apart a loud jarring noise reverberated throughout the place. Cries of startlement erupted from the crowd. Another jarring noise pierced the air. Realization crept back into Sarah's mind. What am I doing? Oh no, not with HIM!
Panic filled her mind as she succumbed to the instinct to flee. Another booming noise cued her to push away from her dance partner. The look of disappointment and longing crossed his face as he felt her leave his grasp. He wanted to hold onto her forever, but he knew he had to let her go. Although he had great influence, he had very little power here.
The girl whirled and tried to flee. Her legs felt heavy as if they were bound. The noise filled her ears again. Sarah still tried to run, her lower limbs moved slowly as her surrounding began to blur together.
Sarah jolted awake and realized that her alarm clock was going off. The urge to run stayed with her for a mere two seconds after cognition returned. Her blankets were wrapped around her feet, binding them together and hindering her movement. The urgency to stop the blaring alarm had her arms flailing to quiet the offensive sound and pressed the off button. Even though the alarm was off, her bedside cassette radio was still playing. She supposed she never turned it off last night, it was still playing the Richard Marx song. Sitting up and freeing her legs from their confines, she sighed in relief. It was only a dream! Right?
A/N: Another disclaimer, I don't own characters, I just play Labyrinth dollies in my mind!
No do I own any of the songs mentioned in this story, I just enjoy them and like to share them!
Today is my birthday and as a gift to myself and to you my fellow Labyrinth addicts I am submitting another chapter!
I'm enjoying this process! Also thanks to my lovely reviewers Lylabeth 1 (cute screen name), you always give me nice and yet constructive criticism. I know my grammar and construction is rough, and I try to work on it, so please bear with me! In lieu of that, anyone who'd like to jump in and beta for me, it would be greatly appreciated!