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ch1 | It started with a whisper

It had all come down to this. 

it was the last day of work, I was well over my hours and ready to take this step into the third dimension ripping a hole through the space-time continuum. The wind from the vent almost tugged at my limbs-

just to be clear we're both talking about stepping into the skating rink right? oh my god, it'd be borderline embarrassing having you think I'm walking into this alternate dimension when really I'm just preparing to fall flat on the ice. Please, for the love of god burst yourself out of that bubble, for BOTH our sakes.

So long story short, I'd had enough of sitting on the sideline watching Morris do all the work while it payed my ass off not to budge a limb. The guy was a good few years into his 60's and don't get me wrong he was totally rocking it but with his hip? we both couldn't afford to disfigure a body in the middle of the night while I simply slurrped on my drink and watched it all fall before me. 

I mean i practically told the guy to bust a move the minute i turned on the radio and 'everybody wants to rule the world' by tears for fears came on. but this was NOT what i meant. this was a recipe for disaster and i'd clearly missed to read on the signs at the end, i could almost feel the space closing in on us the further he got from my sight. 

No. morris had a life ahead of him, a cow??? he had a cow. we loved Belthra we couldn't possibly afford to lose onto her. I needed to call it in. Leo surely wasn't gonna do anything about it since he's too busy sleeping on call with his girlfriend from Sweden on DISCORD. 

I reached over the divider leaning my weight on the edge as i screamt with all the life left in me, surely passing through the dread this man's hopping and prancing had caused me. 

as if on cue, 'take on me' came on. and the moves were getting worse. ladies and gentlemen and my beautiful non-binary homo-sapiens, Morris Longbottom had begun to swerve. that's right. 

"Morris don't you think we've outdone ourselves today?!" i screamed pressing my palm against the railing as i felt the cold beads of sweat form on my temple. 

"i racked the new stock of jerseys at aisle 6 AND took out the dirty underwears from the changing rooms- and you danced to 13- 14? oh god. 14 whole songs would you look at that! haha..." I laughed nervously in an attempt to draw this man out of his trance. 

was he ever going to stop??? i mean i looked down at myself and there was absolutely no way in hell i could get these legs to move anything over 6 songs. sorry folks, that's where my body and soul, draw a line. 

"doll as long as the radio goes on- i go on." he beamed before taking a turn facing his back to me. 

this . 

was. 

insane!!!!!!

someone put an end to this, please i beg of you, oh fatherly figure up in the sky that I've never once looked up to my entire life, please dawn upon me this chance to drag the cables from the radio across the floor and bash it into a wall. 

wait- that was it! I looked from my side over to wear the radio was kept, next to Moriss's bag, i narrowed my gaze onto the slippery floor before bracing myself for impact. 

 i turned on my heel and ran towards it with the sickening speed of a horse. that's a lie. the carpet was soaking wet with all the skates lined up next to the seats and I just had to have my beautiful white socks on as I felt my foot- flat against the floor. 

this was a terribly idea. but you only get to go through this tormenting cycle of what we call life once!!! or something like that. 

I almost trip myself over the bags and pucks sprawled across the bench before i practically huddle raced my way to this beast of a machine.