Any harbored images of coy girls and shy guys lined up on opposite sides of a room lit by a disco ball and fueled by weepy love songs die a quick death. Amid an orgy of lights, the dance floor blows up with bodies shaking to bass that booms long and low. Get Funked Up tracks unheard on Treasure Coast radio. Some attendees break glow sticks, freeing their illumination ability. Others chomp on the chewable version of the sticks, casting a circle of fluorescent green or purple radiance from their mouths.
Teachers dole out cups of punch as a couple police officers patrol.
Despite the club atmosphere, the prom maintains the feel of well, a prom. Sure, there s more visible tattoos than at say, the class of 76 s prom. But the vibe cool, clamorous, quiet and confident kids thrust into a social situation they ve anticipated for what seems like ages prevails. Organizing the prom fell on the shoulders of Patrick Simon, a favorite teacher among many of the students, and the junior class, who threw the prom for the seniors. I myself was here to 10 minutes till eight.