Roller skaters and dancers whirled across open-air, wooden dance floor.

The dancers whirled on into the evening behind them, unaware of the passage of time outside their dream of music and motion.

Together, zombie master and dancer whirled across the empty floor.

The dancers both sank to the earth in penitence and whirled in exaltation.

When the music began again, a new dancer descended the stairs and whirled about the runway.

Champagne and laughter ruled the room, while the dancers whirled in glittering joy.

The dancers darted across the floor, whirled giddily and sliced the air with their gestures.

The circle broke while the dancers whirled each other in pairs.

The drums boomed, the dancers bent double, whirled about first upon one foot and then upon the other.