[ CHAOS ] - A dance that is difficult to define by virtue of its nature as a medley of popular dance moves across history that somehow come together to form an entertaining, if chaotic, whole.
Over the years, Niamh has taken note of the various dances that have been present in the ballrooms. Even when she is uncertain of the source for where the dance comes from, observation goes a long way, and Niamh is able to grasp a basic understanding after a few songs have finished.
There are dances where she needs to be quick on her feet. Those where timing the slow, graceful steps with the music was key to pulling it off, else the dance would look sloppy. Some required partners - others, she could dance alone.
But always, always, there was a pattern that she had to commit to memory.
Tonight's music starts no different. She counts the beat, and her footsteps follow in time, bringing her towards the center of the room. Others have taken the floor as well, familiar with the tune at first. But quickly, the tone of the melody shifts. She counts a 1-2-3 instead of a 1-2, 1-2. It's no easy feat to adapt, and the ball goers on the floor share the same trouble, some even stumbling over her feet.
But some stay, determined to see the dance through. Niamh meets eye to eye with one of them - her eyes briefly note the stars that adorn her hair. The music shifts again, but Niamh's able to adapt faster, this time, pivoting to the left of the person before her.
"It's fun..." she voices suddenly, counting the number of people left. Some have left the floor, but she still catches a glimpse of starry-haired one. "Can you make it to the end?"
A tulip, held throughout the dance so far, is extended towards her - an invitation to dance alongside Niamh, in the ever changing performance.