Your body moves to in such soothing waves. The sound of the tambourine rings through your ears. You loved to dance. It was your passion. Music was your soul and entire being. But no one would ever want you. You were a gypsy. People HATE gypsy's. They were thieves, witches, demons. You were even nicknamed, the Devils Dancer.
You dance with the group of musician boys playing the drums and violin. You see as people begin to gather around and and clap to the music. Your feet flying off the ground and moving in such interesting ways. People cheered all around. You liked Paris. The people, the architecture, the music.
That's when you hear the sound that makes to shake in your boots. A whistle. SHIT! The police. You despised them. You did the only thing you could do. Run. You grabbed your cat Lipus and sprinted to the other side. You didn't know this area very well so you ran anywhere you could. Down alleyways and over fences. You had to move again. This was the second time this week. They were catching up to you. You ran and ran and ran until your legs felt like they were on fire. Your cat bounced up and down but knew the drill. To stay quiet.
You finally didn't hear the police behind you and you sat behind a building. Your legs hurt, rain began to pit on your matted h/c hair. You looked up to the sky to see lightning and clouds. But strangely. A beautiful statue of a woman. That's when you look to see where you are.
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Ghostly Love
RomanceYou live on the streets. A gypsy dancing for money and used to harassment. Then you have to move to another spot and end up at the new and beautiful Opera Populaire. You hide on a secret tunnel you find and meet the most handsome and mysterious man...
