Game Over - Jacky Vincent

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We had been on the bus for an hour so far. I believe Ronnie had said we were going to Philadelphia, so we should be there soon. I was sitting in the small room Ronnie and I shared, when I heard a loud bang from somewhere else in the bus.

"Bloody hell!" Jacky's accent echoed. I walked out of the small room and saw Jacky picking up pieces of glass. Derek was laughing on the couch, Ron was basically on top of him, Ryan was on his phone, and Ronnie wasn't in the room.

"Logan!" Ryan yelled excitedly. "Watch a movie with us!" I sat down next to him.

"What movie?" Derek asked.

"The Notebook!" Me and Ron yelled at the same time. Everyone gave us weird looks and said no.

"Party poopers..." Ron muttered.

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An hour or so later, the bus came to a stop.

"Logan, I have something to show you," Ronnie said, suddenly appearing out of nowhere. I looked at what I was wearing and concluded and I needed to change in order to go anywhere. Sweats and a tank top don't work for me.

"Let me change first," I responded.

"No," he started, "you'll be fine in that." 

I followed Ronnie out of the bus and he led me towards what looked like an abandoned warehouse.

"Is there a reason we're in a ghetto?" I asked, wrapping my arms around myself.

"Trust me, you'll love it." He seemed very convinced.

Soon enough, we were in a huge room, but it was too dark to see. Ronnie switched on a light and I saw a gigantic mirror in front of me. There were ballet bars on the back wall, and a perfectly done floor.

"We're doing a few shows around here, so I figured you'd like to dance here or whatever while we're performing. It gets a little crazy at concerts," Ronnie laughed. I admired the huge room. It was bigger than the one at the foster home. Way bigger.

"How did you know this was here?" I asked in awe.

"I know a guy. There's a stereo right over there," he pointed to the corner. "The bus is right outside. I'll be out there if you need me." Ronnie shot me a smile and left the room.

Why was he doing this for me? It's way too nice. I plugged my phone in the stereo, and soon the song Angels On The Moon by Thriving Ivory was blasting through the speakers. I smiled, knowing this was the song that started my dancing passion. I thought of the first combination I ever made, and let the moves take over. Dance is my way of expressing myself and losing myself at the same time. Thesong ended too soon, and then I heard someone slowly clapping. I quickly turned expecting to see one of the guys. Or a murderer. But I saw neither. There was another guy, with black hair, covered in tattoos, but he was kinda short. This man looked so familiar. But how did I know him?

"That was amazing," he cut off my thoughts.

"Oh- I.. Uh thank you," I said awkwardly.

He walked towards me, so I backed up a few steps. He laughed and said, "I'm

Craig."

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