Music played over a dance floor as if it had fused with the bodies, and a group of college students weaved through the older guys and girls around like pros, looking for a comfortable spot to let loose.
Hana's older friends brought up their own perfect way for the fresher to celebrate her 18th birthday, a party at a nightclub. Their feet moved to the crazy beat like they belonged to the music. With Hands in the air, Hana moved in her dress like her hips were made to sway as the sequins caught the rainbow light that twirled above. She knew her mother wouldn't like it, but she didn't care. She was now an adult, and she could live the way she'd always wanted to. Her mother's forced moral only caged her, now she was dancing to the intoxicating beat, caring so little about who was watching. That night was for her, a bird that had finally been set free.
"Hey Hana" Her friend called out as the girl poured herself a glass full of alcohol.
"Yeah, what's up?"
