Les Twins Life

Studio

"We make a sex tape Kim.....We make a sex tape Kim..."

I continue to repeat the same sentence over and over in my head. But I couldn't fix my mouth to say the words to her. I know she won't judge me but I not sure how she going to react to it.

"Five minutes until we're back onstage!"

"We'll talk later?"

"...Oui"

I walked her under the stage and kissed her cheek before she went on.

"Kill it"

She smiled before taking her place with the other girls. Me and Larry made our way to the side of the stage to watch them perform freakum dress.

"To be or not to be.. NOT..."

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(LARRY'S P.O.V.)

The way she move is like no other women. The very first time seeing her freestyle surprise me. She make me want to dance just by watching. Her moves say so much about her and her freedom. She do what she want, she's independent. Don't give no shit about what people say for her.

She's very strong minded her maman taught her well. She only need herself in this world. No man to provide and protect her. She her own protection, she learn from the very best.

That what I love about her, she her own and don't need no one and she show me every time she dance with her whole heart, she real ugly with it, she bite her lip when she want to show sexy and shake her ass. She smile real pretty and make faces to be funny when she happy. She cry or scream when she mad.

Whatever feeling, she go hard with that emotion deep inside her.

She turn around fast when she notice me in the mirror, but she don't stop dancing, just bites her lip at me......she mad.

I walk past her to the chair next to the speakers and skip to another song. Her body stiffened at the sudden change from the mood of hard music to soft. It was slow but the words powerful. Her face softened but she accepted my choice for her.

I stood up and walked a few feet behind her to watch her better.

"You mad....I feel it....Now show it"

She turned from me and focused on her image in the mirror before closing her eyes.

I not need words from her to tell me how she felt and why she felt that way. We communicate through the music. I danced in sync with her from the guide of the lyrics.

Always...

You will be part of me...

And I will forever fill your strength

When I need it most...

I was caught off guard as she turned and nuzzled into my chest. I felt my shirt stick to me as she cried into it.

I lifted her face and wiped away her tears and kissed her forehead.

I felt it was wrong to ask her why she was crying. She let me know that she was sad about something. And she let me dance with her. That's all I needed to know right then. If she wanted to tell me that was fine too.