C sharp

Halfway there, the floor has brown and red tiles, I count seventy three (not counting the big yellow one with redish corners). No one is home, lights do not work, I do not think the answer waits outside for me...however, I am already there...

The sky is not so far, but my height is not a hand, and my fingers can not get across. The ballroom is empty, no swing, no jazz, no folk is danced or sung by. Make no mistake, there are people to dance, music has stopped to change...it is just the same...