The rain fell like a sweet symphony outside of the club, being ignored by the fast beat music and silent moans of the dancers on the floor. The air smelled like oil and wet grass, and the dim lights of the back ally made it seem sinister. But this was a hallow place for us dancers, freedom for the soul and body. Well, for most of us it was that way. I sat there next to the back door being cooled off by the rain.
“Tyler, you ‘k?” asked a girl walking outside lighting a cigarette. I nodded politely and watched the dancer sit on a step above me. Her messy dirty blonde hair and her beautiful facial features set a fashion statement for all of the girls here. She had light blue jeans with a ton of rips in them and a see through shirt on that usually got beer spilled on them on purpose. She was the highlight of the club, along with me. She was my dance partner. Her name was Lilly Nova. I looked down at the ground and closed my eyes. The thunder rumbled as she threw her cigarette into the water escaping the horror of the storm. A small smile crawled across my face and went in to chase her across the dance floor and do the usual dances.
This was my life. Well, most of it. The rest was spent at a little school called Williamsville. I was a Senior and top of my class in grades and the arts. The usual wave and glomp and random tackle was apart of my routine as one of the most sociable guys in the school. The girls would hover over me like a rain cloud pouring down their love and affection for me. That was all well and dandy for them but it meant nothing to me. There was a little secret no one really knew except for my best friend Landon. But eventually, people would start to look at me completely differently.
