Nimble fingers slipped the record into the record player releasing a tune that painted the dimly-lit, cozy living room into a large, spacious ballroom. A woman hugged herself and began to sway back and forth, small, light feet stepping in time to the piano and violin. Tachy Mofarn rhythmically stepped through the sea of dancing couples dressed ever so elegantly - the women in their silk and velvet gowns and the men in their linen suits and fine tuxedos. Tachy gracefully opened her arms and began to twirl in the center of "her ballroom" ignoring the other guests stares of awe and admiration.
She was about to move to a lone male guest to ask him to dance a waltz with her but a chuckling and clapping stopped her. Turning, she saw her husband, Nel Mofarn, smiling down at her. She too giggled and twirled into his arms. Taking his wife into his strong and sturdy arms, Nel lead her out onto the dance floor and began a new waltz, as the orchestra had switched to a different tune, this one more