The crowd is a sea of expectant faces, but as the first iconic synth notes of "I Am A Disco Dancer" cut through the smoke, they vanish. There is only the beat.
The neon lights pulse in time with the rhythmic thump of the bass as the silver sequins on your suit catch every stray beam of light. You aren’t just walking onto the stage; you’re claiming it. The crowd is a sea of expectant faces,