Show Don't Tell

The place was very crowded:

The room was full of dance and everyone was elated but me. The brass band played beautifully in conjunction with the tapping shoes of the dancers striding swiftly around the ball. I hide in the corner waiting for my courage to present itself before me, although it never does. I want to step out of the shadows and ask Aria for a dance, but it seemed as if I never would have the chance. I pluck up my bravery and walk over to her. She had a face, pure and full of innocence and smelled of daisies in a meadow.  She was the kind of woman that lightened up the room with her sunny smile. She has a milky white face with sheer cheeks that were always blushed to a ripe raspberry colour. Her eyes were sparkling periwinkles that would melt your heart and soul and were fringed with curly long lashes. A single emerald lay upon her neck complimenting her cherry red lipstick. She was the most divine, beautiful thing you would meet. As I came closer, her eyes light up like the chandelier above. Walking closer and closer, her eyes started to dim, her face seemed cold like the happiness that shined through her had just been blown out. Her face goes to an unusual and frightening shade of grey, she bursts and thousands of tiny grains of cinder cover the floor. I hover over where she burst and weep into the ash sitting on the floor. When I finally raises my head, all the guests have burst too, so I just sit there weeping on the dusty floor of the ballroom, my hands covered in charcoal as black as the night sky outside.