Year 11 Masquerade Winter Ball
Inner Paranormals of the Winter Formal
By Gabrielle Bosanquet and Jade Buzza
It was a cold, cold night on July 13th, the night of the Year 11 Formal. Some students rocked up, at the Frankston Arts Centre, on time - 6.30 pm, cruising in with their fancy cars and strutting up to the door in their dresses and suits. I don’t know how they lasted so ethereal against the wind, but I guess beauty is both pain and frostbite! We looked into the eyes of the intimidating security guards and teachers as we were ushered through the entrance and wished a ‘Good Night’
The theme for this formal was ‘Masquerade’ and that was depicted in the decorations and decor. Masks were everywhere. Hanging from the walls and propped up on each table. Most students came with their mask, hiding their identity and adding to the mystery and suspense of the theme. The designs were creative, intricate, and further enhanced the outfits, whether it be Marvel Characters, Goth, or Fantasy. Sadly, by the end of the night, these masks were discarded on the tables and forgotten for the rest of the night.
Whist the start was slow, the energy rose as the DJ began playing all the classics. Suddenly, students were brought to life, sliding to the dance floor, and swinging their hips as they danced to the Macarena, or enjoying themselves, posing awkwardly for photos. The poor roaming photographer! The photo booth was another popular attraction in the venue with diverse groups of friends ambling for silly poses, holding up different signs and donning on a variety of glittery hats.
The amazing staff interlaced enthusiastically among the throng of students; delicious food was on offering and glasses re-filled with soft drinks. What decadence. The atmosphere was a combination of exuberant thumping music, dancing, and even louder students. The enthusiastic DJ of the night was waving his arms in the air, like he just didn’t care, playing his beats and sharing his new remixes.
A range of awards were given to the lucky students and for the last hour of the night we danced to our hearts content. However, everything has an ending. The clock hit 10:30pm, the lights came on, the music stopped, and we made our way out through the door, making sure not to lose a glass slipper behind. With sore feet we hobbled into the freezing wind to await our coaches with our parents, who hopefully didn’t forget to pick us up.
All in all, a very memorable night, and we have our lovely teacher Ms Zappner, the organiser, to thank.
THANKYOU!
By Gabrielle Bosanquet and Jade Buzza