You stand there, dumbfounded by your new addition when you suddenly feel it start to twitch rhythmically. Your foot starts to tap to the beat and you look around puzzled wondering why you sense the music without hearing it? Your eyes alight on the disgarded bunny ears on the ground, and compelled by the unseen hypnotic beat snatch them up and place them on your head.
Theres a moment of confusion, white noise and static and then you can hear the music clearly, eminatating from the door opposite the bedroom. You slide over to the door drawn like a moth to flame, oblivious to the fact the bunny ears are now twitching to the tune atop your head.
You grip the door handle firmly, an unstoppable urge to lose yourself to the music and dance drawing you onwards. But as you step across the threshold and close the door behind you the music stops. No...not stop...it's suddenly faint again, teasing you...there just be something else you need to do to get the music back.
You look around the room for clues, seeing a well lit room with a wooden floor, springy underfoot, a mirrored wall to your right and a large window to your left overlooking the lounge area of the guesthouse. A floor to ceiling pole draws your eye for a moment and the words dance studio flit across your mind. The music surges for a moment then drops again, leaving you with a sense of loss.
You wonder what more you need to do to get the music back, an insatiable hunger to dance filling your body and soul. Your eyes alight on a bench in the corner, with several outfits laid out upon it. You move closer, seeing the vibrant colours on a leotard and leggings from a workout video, the soft pink of ballet dancers costume, the barely there sparkles of a pole dancers bikini, a long swishable ballgown and finally a mass of feathers that would be more at home on a Las Vegas showgirl. There could be more, but you notice as you go closer to any particular outfit the music becomes more noticeable, a decernable tune starting to rise in volume.
For a moment you glance in the mirror and see your altered body with its bunny tail and ears the shock enough to break the compulsion to dance, a clear thought that you should get out of here before you regret it battling against the urge to get changed and dance!
You blink, your decision made and you reach out for: