Martina
I stop dancing and adjust my mask again-making sure to just leave enough room for my hand to wipe the sweat, putting my mask back so it's touching my face again.Heading over to the camera to stop the recording of it and turning it off- taking it off the tri pod.
Putting the camera in my bag and then holding the tri pod. Walking to my car peacefully.
I open the passenger door and put my dance bag and tri pod in and then run over to the other side, opening the door.
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I drove home and showered. Now it's time to do a mob with my crew. Yeah they know my face. They don't know I'm a masked dancer though. They don't really know anything.I grab my gas mask and my clothes. I change into the clothes and you're my hair into a pony. I head over to the party we are mobbing.
It's going to be bad ass since this jerk is trying to build some hotel shit and destroy a neighborhood.
I get out and head over to where the crew is meeting up. We put our masks on and then head up to the event. Eddie hacks the system and turns on our music and video.
Hey guys new update, which should happen often since volleyball is over with. But I would just like to thank Highqualitycraziness
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Teen FictionMartina Diaz. Hip Hop Dancer. magcon? lowercase intended.