Encore

He pushed opened the doors that led to the abandoned ballroom once used long ago. Looking around he could that almost everything was preserved, other than moss growing in its separate places.

The giant mirrorball sent spots of sunlight through the dusty air of the abandoned ballroom. Some true greats had once graced this stage. And now it was his. He could fix the place up, and getting the appropriate licensing would be easy. But would this old town support a theater?

“Break a leg!” a voice erupted from the empty audience seats. Is that… “Dad?” “I believe in you son, now make your dreams come true!” “I will, dad!” The disco lights came on and reflected off the giant mirrorball. “Don’t stop,” he yelled, “belie… ving! Hold on to that fee… ling!”

The following four and half minutes became a blur of beats, motion, sweat, & the hypnotic sway of a flashing disco medallion. The audience was entranced. When the song & dancer stopped, the only sound anyone could hear was their own heartbeats, drumming in salient excitement.

The True Greats looked around in awe. They'd done it: crafted the perfect beat, designed to extract the maximum amount of sweat, love, and vibes from a consenting audience. "More!" the amorous hoards cried. "More!" With that, the lights went down and the disco ball spun again.