It was a horrible morning to hear such terrifying news. Gary Wilde found dead? Without him, I couldn't express my emotions through my love of dance... Well I could, but It wouldn't be the same. When I found out he died by choking on a cheese ball, I couldn't help but be suspicious. He can't really be dead. This has to be some kind of cover up, and I'm gong to find out.
The phone rang, waking me up in surprise. That phone has been collecting dust. It hasn't been used or called in decades. My life has been without adventure, without dance. Because of my maturing age, and because of Gary's loss, I haven't been dancing. I rushed up in excitement to answer the phone.
"Is this Cece Jones, former 'Shake it Up' star?" A familiar voice was there. Whoever it was, I haven't heard from them in years.
"Yes?" I said
"Well, I may have some news for you."
It was Tinka. I knew it from the way she twitched on every syllable.
"Tinka?" Silence filled the phone line.
--- To be continued.
