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I was half expecting the ball to be in a gym, since that was where high school proms were—I watched too many American movies. I was glad to be wrong.
Phoebe and I entered the administration building and followed the crowd to the ballroom on the first floor. Big, double doors opened to a large room with a tall ceiling, fancy chandeliers, and hardwood floors. Black, purple, and orange streamers hung from the ceiling, reaching the tables—also with black, orange, or purple cloth—bordering the dance floor, forming a cozy canopy enveloping the disco ball. Across the room, the band—in ghost or skeleton costumes—played a popular song on the stage.
The place was quickly filling up and I was amazed, watching everyone wearing costumes. Witches, fairies, devils, angels, princesses, doctors, naug
