After watching the tear-jerking film, “Me Before You’ countless times, I feel drawn to my blood-red tights again. If Louisa Clark can wear bold tights, so can I.
In the arms of a stranger, I twirled around in a short, white skirt, white blouse, white shoes and red-hot tights.
It was a warm summer’s night, and the weekly dance evening held at the community’s college hall; a dreary place, with dark brown walls and old wooden floors. But on Saturday nights, the hall came alive. The ceiling, romantically decorated in fairy lights, lit up the entire space and created a whole new world for the students of Pretoria, to dance the night away in.