[ WP ] How would WP feel about a Music Prompt ? I 've linked a song I find moving . Give it a listen , and write a story from whatever thoughts or feelings it evokes .

**INT. BANQUET HALL. NIGHT. ** 
 
 Claire, a beautiful blond haired woman was sitting alone at her table. Her white dress makes her look like she's straight out of a new cashmere commercial. Looking mildly bored, she swirls her drink in her cup - as if she's waiting for someone - anyone to entertain her very desires. 
 
 
 MAN 
 
 `` What's a beautiful girl like you doing alone at a dance like this?'' 
 
 Claire looks up to see a handsome, black haired man with sharp features. His suit shouts to her that he's a man of style, class, and elegance. 
 
 
 CLAIRE 
 
 `` And who might you be?'' 
 
 
 MAN 
 
 `` The gentleman who saves your night. Come, dance with me.'' 
 
 
 The man offers his hand to Claire. Curious, Claire accepts his hand as he leads her to the dance floor. They begin to dance, swirling around the other dancers with an elegance smoother than silk. 
 
 
 MAN 
 
 `` So tell me, darling, what brings you to this banquet tonight?'' 
 
 
 CLAIRE 
 
 `` Hmm. Let me see. It is my fathers banquet. I am here just to support his cause.'' 
 
 
 The man smirks, and twirls Claire around with ease. 
 
 
 CLAIRE 
 
 `` What about you? The mysterious man who refuses to give me his name - what brings you here?'' 
 
 
 MAN 
 
 `` I told you already.'' 
 
 
 The man smiles wickedly. 
 
 
 MAN 
 
 `` I'm the gentleman who saves your night.'' 
 
 
 The banquet hall windows crash, and men with guns swing into the room. The guns fire at the people in the banquet hall. 
 
 
 MAN 
 
 `` I told you. Come, follow me.'' 
 
 
 The man grabs Claire's hand and leads her through the door. 
 
 
 **INT. HALLWAY. NIGHT. ** 
 
 
 CLAIRE 
 
 `` How did you know this would happen? What's going on? Why are they killing those people?'' 
 
 
 **INT. BANQUET OFFICE. NIGHT. ** 
 
 
 The man presses on, dragging Claire with him. He brings Claire into a room, what looks to be an old office. The man sits Claire into a chair next to the mahogany desk. He grabs the crystal container filled with rum and pours himself a glass. He downs it in one gulp. 
 
 
 MAN 
 
 `` Alright, I'll let you know what is going on.'' 
 
 
 Claire is staring at the man with pure intensity. 
 
 
 MAN 
 
 `` I just saved your night. You're worth a lot, Claire. More than you think you are.'' 
 
 
 He reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a gun. He shoots Claire in the chest three times, killing her. 
 
 
 MAN 
 
 `` The thing is - the people that want you are n't going to have you. A small death in the greater scheme of things.'' 
 
 
 The man walks out of the room shutting the door gently behind him, as he makes his escape from the kidnappers. 
 
 EDIT: Wrote this as if it was a scene in the beginning of an action movie. Not a complete story, just a scene to start everything off.
