It was a gray Monday in the big office of a glass building, where every day seemed like a carbon copy of the last. The atmosphere was heavy, employees typed endlessly at their computers, and empty coffee cups piled up on desks.
The boss, Mr. Sternwood, was a serious-looking man, always focused on numbers and how to boost his company’s profits. Every day, his voice boomed through the speaker: “Faster, more efficient, more money!” Nobody smiled, nobody chatted, and creativity seemed to have vanished from that place.
But what nobody knew was that, hidden among the office plants, was Dancewinkle, a very special Magikito. She had curly purple hair and a skirt made of leaves that swayed when she walked. Dancewinkle loved to dance and make others join her rhythm, especially when the atmosphere felt so tense and dull.
Dancewinkle had been watching the office for days and feeling the employees’ sadness. She couldn’t bear to see so much seriousness and boredom. She knew she had to do something to change things, so she devised a magical plan.
One morning, while Mr. Sternwood anxiously reviewed sales charts, Dancewinkle crept up to his desk. With a little hop, she reached the office fan and, with a wave of her hands, released a cloud of sparkling dust that spread throughout the place. This magical dust had the power to turn any object into something… musical!
Suddenly, computer keyboards began to sound like pianos, phones started beating out drum rhythms, and even the squeaky swivel chairs played cheerful notes when they moved. A pencil fell to the floor and began to sound like a flute. The employees, surprised at first, couldn’t help but laugh as they watched everyday objects transform into musical instruments.
Dancewinkle took advantage of the confusion to slip over to the office sound system and, with a small touch of her wand, made a cheerful melody begin playing through the speakers. Little by little, the employees’ feet began to move almost without realizing it. One of them started taking small dance steps while still typing, another stood up and spun in their chair, and soon everyone in the office was moving to the rhythm of the music.
Even Mr. Sternwood, perplexed at first, felt his right foot starting to move involuntarily to the beat. He tried to resist, but finally, a big smile appeared on his face and suddenly he climbed on top of his desk, dancing like he’d never danced before!
— This is ridiculous! — he tried to exclaim, but his laughter interrupted him. He felt lighter, freer, as if all the weight of his worries had vanished for a moment.
The music kept playing, and Dancewinkle joined the dance, leading the employees in a magical choreography that seemed endless. They danced together for what felt like hours, laughing, singing, forgetting about work, numbers, and goals. It was as if time had stopped, and for the first time in a long while, everyone felt truly happy.
When the music finally faded, and the sounds of keyboards and phones returned to normal, the employees looked at each other, still laughing and panting from the effort. Mr. Sternwood, with his tie askew and hair disheveled, looked at his team and felt something he’d never felt before: pride, not for goals achieved or rising figures, but for seeing his people smiling, enjoying themselves and working together with joy.
— I think… — he said, still catching his breath — we need more moments like this. From now on, every Friday will be “Dance Friday,” and nobody works without smiling!
The employees cheered, and Dancewinkle, satisfied with her work, slipped back to her hiding place, ready for her next adventure. She knew her magic had managed to change something important: an office full of pressure and anxiety had become a place where work and fun could coexist.
