Die to Fight !

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-so how's that for business?!

- yes i do this not for business. i want to be part of the big hip hop academy. 

-u want to be -dancer?!

 -bingo.-

 just see how your body moves ... you are more fluid in your ways.

-you know I like you.People always underestimate what I do but I don't give a shit. I love my life.

I laugh at the confidence of this guy.

-By the way... Caram is looking for you.

Can's face darkens for a second.

-Is Dad here?Gills shrugs. Can looks over his shoulder and sees his father standing by his car.

-Thanks for the heads-up, man.

-I prefer to stay here.

Can turn to me and say:

-no negotiable, lol!

I look him straight in the eyes but I don't move from here.

Can takes my hand and drags me through the crowd.

I catch his hand in my stride and start to beat his chest.

Really? I'm the one who's going to ask for an apology?

-Look, I know what you're going through, but your action is not justifiable.

I laughed nervously at his response:

-No, you don't know what to lose someone!

-But threatening someone with a gun is not going to bring your father back to life, you understand?

I look at him, dumbfounded, like he's laughing at me right now.Come to think of it, maybe it's a good move to gain the other person's trust so you can destroy them.

-Okay, let's go. I walk past him and repeat over and over in my head that I don't approve of this gesture!

We stop in front of an elderly man with a tense look who puts out his last cigar.

Can throws his hatred towards his father, wow what a love between father and son !

-I don't expect to find you in a place like this, boss, hanging out with us?

-Just making some appointments.He looks me up and down.

-And who might that be? Oh, wait, the girl with the gun?!Can, what the hell is she doing here?!This guy is one of the assholes I don't like at all. 

The guy talks about me like I'm not even here.

I open my voice and finally spit it out:

-I came to apologize for my behavior and...the asshole doesn't let me finish

.-You think I'm going to believe your lame excuses. It doesn't work that way, girl.

Can adds:-Give her a chance, Caram.

-Shut up, you.asshole.

furious, he throws his cigar on the ground and turns to me:

-What I'm proposing is that you race against my son. You win, you're forgiven, and you lose, you owe me.

-What kind of debts?

-you know humiliating someone in public costs billions of dollars.Now, get ready and can come with me to talk about serious things ....

It's a bad idea to talk to him. He's worse than I thought...

Can come up to me and say:-Look, I don't want to force you to apologize for my dad, but once again, he's proven to me that I'm always right, that he's an asshole

.-Hmmm, yeah...I look at him strangely. 

suddenly, a DJ is spinning in the back of a nearby SUV, while a lighting rig flashes new colors on a makeshift dance floor.

At a party, people dance with each other in an intimate way that you've only ever seen in the movies.I see a couple getting too close for my taste...

-They're too close?!

-Would you like same?-

No, thanks, I don't want any.

This guy won't take no for an answer.

I pretend not to notice because I'm about to hurt my nails.

Can is very popular, so his gesture won't be forgotten very quickly.

Everyone turns to us and looks forward to what happens next!

I have no choice but to solve this problem very quickly.

He takes my hand and leads me into the crowd of dancers.

Everyone turns to dance and as if nothing had happened a few seconds ago.

He turns me towards him.

I refuse and stand back, awkwardly.

-You think too much, Race?!

He grabs me by the waist and pulls me forward so that my bare skin is stuck to his.

I swallow my saliva with difficulty and think that we are too close... !

I calm my pulsations very quickly.

Can sees me, smiles but his breath comes near my ear.

He whispers:

-Let yourself go and follow the rhythm.

Can's hips move in rhythm with the music, his body pressed against mine.

I watch where my body touches Can's, trying to keep up.

my conscience keeps telling me: be careful, race..... you are in a dangerous zone!

I close my eyes and see my father's accident again.... so no, I'm going to keep running over them until I save my father's honor.

I open my eyes and turn my head to the sky behind me.

I try to lose myself in that brilliant black color to forget what I'm doing right now: like dancing with the enemy!

- What are you thinking about?

- Nothing.

-Okay, I see... you refuse to look me in the eye. Are you afraid, race?!

I know, he's doing this so I can look him in the eye and lose control!

- Look at me.

Can tilts my face up ,so my eyes find his and our foreheads touch.

I don't like this feeling, my heart is beating fast, I'm panicking, I'm going to lose control!

Can places his hands on my lower back.

I put my hands around his neck and turn my head to increase the distance.

I lift my head and take a breath.

Can wakes me up by saying:

-When the rhythm picks up, you let yourself fall against my hand.

-What happens?

The rhythm comes, I lean back and Can pulls me back to him, his fingers holding me tight.

He spins me around, pulling me to him, feeling his breath caress my back, then cradles me in his arms, dipping my eyes into his.......After a long moment, he pulls me back into his arms as our faces press together.

We're both out of breath, he stares at me with a bewildered look and puts his forehead against mine.

I start to pull away but he pulls me back.

the party is not over yet.

The DJ plays a slower song.

He wraps his hand around my waist again but with the other hand pulling mine.