Story.

 I am dancing in the orange dress.

This is autumn, summers west.

Time is changing,

Leaf is flying, singing lullaby.

Autumn, autumn,  golden time.

Throw me music

And sunshine.

Autumn, autumn, golden time.

Little bit windy, little bit warm,

Sparling wine and orange dress,

I am dancing autumn waltz.

16 years old Natalie was dancing in front of the mirror. Small apartment with simple furniture, dress, the same color and style few girls had in her class, mysic from record player, nothing special. Except Natalie was in love, with a boy from two grades above. And all her thoughts were about him. And it was spring, tge windows were opened and the fresh air was blowing in to the apartment.  

Then the phone rang.