"No," she said, and forced herself to stop, to keep both feet firmly on the deck and both arms at her sides. She closed her eyes, forcing herself to think through the buzz. When she had the thought firm, she looked up at Win Ton, who was standing forcibly still, not even a hand's breadth away.
"I don't want to make lace," she said, speaking slowly and clearly. "I want to dance."
He grinned. "Now that may indeed be the tonic that cures us! Hold a beat." He spun rapidly on a heel, arm shooting out and up, pointing at the sign that flashed and spangled across the wide hallway.
Arcade.
* * * *
Like everything else on Vashtara, the arcade was too big and too ornate; certainly it was too noisy. Theo followed Win Ton through the sliding gates and was nearly overwhelmed by the racket. Such a blast of sound and distracting lights would never have been allowed on Delgado; it couldn't be either safe or secure to have so many things going on at once!
On the other hand, with the norbear buzz still in her head and the feeling she had, the will to dance so strong, the noise seemed to echo and... almost... satisfy some craving she hadn't 'til this minute known she'd had.
Win Ton had a plan, so she kept his shoulder close to hers as he slipped deeper into the noise and the crowd.
He paused, and she thought he'd found it... but maybe he was watching the woman with the stupidly tiny skirt walk by – as were half the people on deck it seemed like. Pffft... she didn't move half as well as Win Ton himself... but then his gaze traveled on. He jerked his head, like he was pointing with his chin.
"There! Will that satisfy you, Theo Waitley?" There was a note of – of challenge – in his voice. She looked in the direction he'd pointed.
There was a trio of platforms, one barely above floor level and swathed in a pulsing green light. The next level, up a ramp to the right, was bathed in a lurid red light with a double pulse. The third platform was higher still, glowing with a blue-silver nimbus, a dozen smaller overhead highlights reflecting off its glittering hardware.
The beat from the first platform was plain and simple; it was occupied by three adults, trying to do something...
Win Ton leaned comfortably into her shoulder, murmuring so softly that she had to practically put her ear against his lips to hear him.
"I said, Theo, that we need not start on the base platform if you don't wish to. It only goes up to level nine."
The three adults, Theo saw suddenly, were dancing – sort of – in a semi-coordinated kind of way, each following a pattern that was projected in Tri-D in front of them. The image showed them where to place their feet next, with hints for tempo and hand location... and they weren't all that good at it. There were... scores they must be, at the top of the Tri-D, points for doing things right. It looked like the three dancers were being corrected quite a bit by the machine; though they'd managed to make it to level three. The man in the center... he wasn't too bad, she decided, watching him catch the beat with his hips and start to move a bit more easily.
"Have you danced this way before?" Win Ton asked.
She shook her head no. The guy in the center had it now – he was really moving with the beat...
"I've never used one," she said to Win Ton, "but I see how it works."
"There is room on the second platform," he said, his breath tickling her ear, "if you can give over gawking..."
The beat and the movement and the patterns on the Tri-D were sort of mesmerizing, and watching people was good... but she felt there'd been something else he thought was funny in that phrase. She turned her head so that she could see him, and caught a look on his face like – well, like Father's, when he thought something was interesting.
"Will you dance with me, Theo Waitley?" Win Ton asked, his accent making the words into something exotic and exciting.
"Yes," she said, like her stomach didn't feel suddenly odd. Her fingers were tingling with energy, and her feet kept shifting against the floor, feeling out the beat.
Win Ton smiled, brilliant, and offered his hand. She took it as they skirted the first-level adults, and arrived at the red-bathed platform. Here were two younger dancers, on the first and third of the level's four dance pads. The music was louder, and Theo saw Win Ton's free hand move as if he was saying something to her...
"What?" she asked, leaning in, because...
"I said," he said against her ear, "that this machine goes up to level eighteen, though these tourists are hardly more skilled than the first level people, and surely not worthy of us. Up with you, she who dances, up!"
Theo tried to give him a quieting glance, but he was already on the ramp, heading for the third level, and there was nothing she could do but follow him.
The silver platform was more than a tall head's height above the common floor, and a fair number of people were watching the two dancers on the leftmost pads.
The scores for both dancers were rising steadily, the right one more rapidly than the left. Forcing herself to concentrate, Theo watched them, noting that the nearer dancer's eyes were half-closed, as if he was barely watching the pattern while his body wove from move to move. His partner, on the other hand, was staring intently at the pattern, every motion deliberate.
Theo leaned against Win Ton's shoulder and put her mouth next to his ear. "That's not very fair," she murmured. "The man on the right is – is a dancer, and the other one isn't!"
It seemed that Win Ton shivered, but it was probably only the norbear buzz and the excitement of the lights and the noise. He moved his hand in a gesture that was almost dancelike, then bent to speak into her ear.
"You may be right. Still, the one on the left is making a good effort. Effort should count for something, should it not?"
There was question underneath the question – she heard it without understanding what it was – and then was distracted as the dancer on the right abruptly stumbled and stepped off the pad. Laughing and shrugging, he pulled his serious friend away, and they descended the ramp, heads together, and their arms around each other's waists.
"There," Win Ton said with satisfaction. "We have it to ourselves, Sweet Mystery... please choose your pad." He glanced at her with a smile almost as glittery as the silver lights. "First one to give up buys lunch."
"I'm really clumsy, you know!" Theo said seriously, taking the pad all the way on the left. "And I haven't really had that many dance lessons."
Win Ton bowed. "Fairly said. I will therefore pay for the dance, as you will be paying for lunch."
He waved his key card at the panel, the lights came up, the beat started, and the pattern formed on the screen before them.
Theo put her foot forward. Challenge or not, she still wanted to dance.
* * * *
They were both sweating, involved, unaware, sharing a moment of movement alone among many.
Kamele stood transfixed, watching along with dozens of others as the dancers on the high platform laughed at each other. Theo stuck her tongue out at something her partner said, her hand moving in flippant motion to the beat that was gone, waiting for the next round on the machine, entranced.
On the level below three young men were dancing hard... each had aspired to the higher level and had given up after a dance or two; the pair on the top hardly noticed their arrival – or their departure.
"How much longer?" Kamele asked faintly.
"They have finished level thirty-five," Cho sig'Radia said, with really remarkable calm, "my apprentice and your daughter. The game has only one more to offer – it is called 'The Overdrive Level.' "