Charmed,I'm sure.

"And I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.”

-The Great Gatsby

There's just another frazzling charm about big dance parties-
Walking into blinding darkness,flashing lights,mirror mazes and groovy chandeliers.A picture here,snap snap,a million shutters going off like paparrazi,
Hustling to muffled music in the quiet washroom,skirts twirling in time with the music,
Smiling mid-dance at people you don't know too well,because there are no formalities,you really feel the heartbeat of the dancefloor pulsing through all of you.All of a sudden you dance even if you're a shy dancer and such is the vibe,the pulse of the lively bout.
Frantic phonecalls made in attempts to stall exiting the grandeur of it all,away from the everyday,away from effort-
All only you to leave you wit post-partum depression form the event of extravagance and in snares of hope for the return of it all.