After we moved into our dorm room each day seemed to pass the same way; he would wake me and id help make breakfast. We'd head to the arena to practice and then head to our class. Each student had a partner and each pair barely bothered with the others. The teachers taught and we learned, then headed home after practice in the arena again. I became bored with the rutine and snuck away for the day to have fun.
I climbed to the roof of a bar and slipped in through the skylight. Landing in the middle of the dance floor, each body slipping by another. Each person missing part of his or her outfit.
(idk if explaining it in more detail would be ok...tell me what you think)
