Dancing is the breath of life, you can dance for joy, sorrow, or anger. What happens when you dance with the right person at the right time?
I'd like to say love...but will it ever be that easy
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{POINT N KILL}
{Episode 9}
"The fuck" Aubrey cussed as he was burned by some light, his eyes couldn't open long enough to see what, and his back ached as he rose to shade his eyes.
"Where the fuck?" His sight returned just to see that he was surrounded by mirrors, peering into them he saw his nude body peeking back at him.
The only thing covering him was a knit blanket, quickly grabbing her clothes he tried putting together the remnants of last night.
Why was he nude? Who the fucks house was he in? A quiet prayer hit his lips praying he wasn't locked in a house by some crazy fan.
Stars have been dying left and right and he'd be damned before he became the next.
Finding his shoes at the door, he raced to the black gates that so happened to be locked.
Pacing back he got a running start jumping the gate and almost landing perfectly on his feet.
Looking around for something familiar all he could see was the bright Brooklyn sun beating down on his black hoodie.
How could he forget New York was in the middle of a heat wave?
The sounds of double Dutch and opened fire hydrants poured into his ears as he thought about his whereabouts.
"Hey, mister?!" a small girl shouted bringing his attention to the street in front of him.
The girls had been staring at him the whole time but too consumed by his own situation he hadn't noticed them.
"Ain't you hot?" the tiny girl couldn't be more than 5 but her accent was thicker than oatmeal.
"You don't talk or nothing?!" her hands turned the rope while she spoke "I do" he finally responded.
"Cool how about you wash yo face and play with us?"
"Nahh I gotta get back home" Aubrey laughed at her rolling her eyes.
"Back home? Who's house you just left?"
"July stop asking him questions, you not his mama" the girl jumping retorted.
Her back was turned but she seemed a little older than the small girl, his eyes remembered the black SUV that should be parked up the block.
Spotting it the girl jumping turned right on time to scream, "OH MY GOD" she whisper-yelled.
"Your fucking Drake"
"He famous" dropping the two ropes she turned her complete focus to Aubrey, whose shoulders slumped.
He'd been caught right before he was about to escape, quickly thinking of a way to get out of the girl's sight running was an option but the van was close enough for a quick run.
