No broken hearts

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June's p.o.v (point of view)
I walk home alone dreaded at what I just found out. I needed music. Not just some random song, but the one I play for times like this. I really love the song in general, but when I really need it, I go a small step to much. The music began and I was already starting to dance.
No broken heart's in the club.
No tears in the club 'cause we going to get it popin' tonight
No broken heart's in the club
More drinks pour it up
Cause we going to get it popin' tonight
I sway back and fourth to the music. I wish I had her outfit in scene 1. The fluffy skirt to her beautiful hair. I wish I looked like Bebe.
We going straight to Miami
Hop on the plane
Don't need no plans
Shinning so hard like a Grammy
Forget all the player's what they did
We going to be buying the drink's, we going to be buying the drinks
Line up the bottle's line up the model's
We going to forget everything
Oh, ain't nobody going home
You know what you came for
To dance off the pain don't feel ashamed
Just feel the champagne
If you're feeling lonely, better let me hear you sing
I pause to see Bebe's outfit in scene 2. I love that look too. Head to toe, she looks amazing. And the way she act's is the way I would have reacted if I had to. I skip to the next scene. She looked like she just came out of the shower. I skip to the next scene and her outfit is my most favorite of them all. I immediately start to twerk. The music make's me do something's that just make me feel free from life's down's. Soon I hear Niki's part.
Anybody hating their Pepe
I loved this song and all the outfit's Bebe wore. Then it hit me. I could have all of Bebe's outfit's if I went to the mall and looked for the closest thing to Bebe's outfit's. It was genius. My mother was working late today, so I could go look for her outfits. I stop the music and walk to the mall. It was only eleven block's away from my house. A few hour's later I got all the outfit's Bebe wore. I made sure that they all fitted perfectly. They did and when I got into my PJ's, I looked at the clock. 10:57 p.m. My mother should have been home a half hour ago. In a way it was a good thing. It gave me time to put away the clothes and pretend I was studying.

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