Harold is a professional and talented fifteen-year-old dancer who disappeared from the dancing world after 2nd October 2010, causing his name to be left forgotten and his father's beloved dance academy to fall under the hands of their opponent. His...
"Are you crazy?!" Tiberius yelled through the phone, causing Harold to pull himself away from the screen. "I am not letting you take these matters in your own hands, Harold Ye, I am warning you! Didn't you say George is going to take care of it? How many percentages of success can you guarantee?"
The frustration was clearly heard from Tiberius' anxious voice. Harold settled himself down on the seat by the window, watching the vehicles passed through the blinking traffic lights. His fingers drummed nervously against the rim of his glass. He was afraid of the consequences he might have to face, yet he knew he had to do it.
"George did promise me. He's a nobleman for his course of field, but I..."
"No!" exclaimed Tiberius. "I'm not letting you face the loan sharks. What? You're going to track the double trouble's timeline just to get to the loan sharks? You are crazy! I'm going to go to your house and tie you down on the chair. Right now!"
Harold giggled at his best friend's voice before clamping his mouth shut.
"Oh! Now, this is funny! You are the craziest man I have known, Harold," said Tiberius who seemed to be chugging down water into his sore throat. "Look, talk to the twins. Just leave the loan sharks out, will you? I'll only permit you to talk to them. And..."
Harold rolled his eyes.
"Let me guess," said Harold. "You are going to drive me there?"
"One hundred per cent. Yes!" exclaimed Tiberius before they both went silent on the line.
The only noise surrounding them were the tears from the skies.
"Look," started Tiberius as he divulged the silence in between them. "I'm going to drive you there, talk to the twins and that's it, we get out of there. I don't even know what difference could it make, but since you insisted and it's for your mom's safety so you can dance peacefully. We are doing it."
"Thanks, Tiby, I..."
"No, I don't accept your thanks yet. Make sure you get me out of there alive and breathing tomorrow. I love you, Harold, I would die with you, but I am married now, so dying is not going to work here."
Harold laughed at his words, playfully, earning another short lecture from Tiby about him being not serious about life.
"You sound like you are living in a movie, Tiby."
"Zip it, dancer boy. Tomorrow at 9 am."
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Dressed in a simple pair of black shorts and a grey shirt, Harold headed out of his home with a neatly wrapped homemade sandwich. It was something as a kind gesture for Tiberius' kindness and his willingness to help him. Harold hated the idea of dragging his best friend into the situation, but when he did not reply Tiby's fifty missed calls, he had to explain it to him. Making sure the door of his home was locked, he hopped into Tiby's ride.
