A dance with the devil

When I was a little girl, my grandmother would always tell me stories. Some of her stories were for the purpose of scaring me. I don’t mean just to frighten me, but to actually scare me out of doing bad things. This is because, of course, my grandmother didn’t want anything to happen to her little kids. One of her stories was: when she was a young girl her mother didn’t let her go out, but she still went out. As she was heading to the party the devil stood in her way, and who knows what extra details my grandmother added. There was one story though that she swore was true and very close to home.
The year was 1975… there was a young woman who lived in San Antonio, Texas. She was a shy kind of girl, a homebody so to speak. Her friends were the ones known to go out every weekend dancing, but she was different. So one night, her friends pressured her to go out. She wasn’t really up for it. She had a bad feeling about it actually. Nonetheless she still got all dressed up and went out. Once she got to El Camaroncito Night Club, she felt out of place. Her friends were off dancing with partners they had found. This was while she was left off on the side like a wallflower.
There was a turning point in the night though. It was the moment that a young handsome man walked. He automatically grabbed every women’s attention. He was dressed in all white, and was a brilliant dancer. He wooed many of the ladies in the room, while the young lady stared in astonishment. Mid song he caught the young woman staring at him. Their eyes locked as he slowly approached her through the crowd. He asked her to dance and off they went. Together they danced so gracefully, it was as if they were floating in the air. Inevitably everyone stared at them. They gathered in a circle around them, hypnotized by their dance. Time seemed to have slowed down, but the music was as loud as ever. The handsome man grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer. Together they spun and spun. At this point, the