Gray Fullbuster is a player both in love and in life. He plays Professional Basketball and is being groomed to be in line with Basketball Legends Michael Jordan, Lebron James, Kobe Bryant and Stephen Curry.
There's just one problem, Gray Fullbuster...
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Head down, Swaying to my own sound Flashes in my face now All I know is everybody loves me
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Even the sun had to bow down to the man jumping into his sleek black convertible, too cool to even use the door. His aura was simply glowing. How could it not when he had his third MVP trophy sitting in his glass cabinet? Plus the fact that Magnolia deemed him a hero.
Gray Fullbuster, three times MVP and Team Captain of Magnolia's up and coming basketball team, adjusted his rearview mirror to take a good look at himself.
"You just look so fine this morning, Fullbuster."
He shot an approving look at his reflection, shook his head in disbelief as his grin reached both ears. How was it possible for such a gorgeous man to even exist?
Gray started his engine and left the convertible's roof open. Simply because he has seen cool guys do it on television. Besides, the day was too beautiful to be hiding from the sun.
Gray put on his sunglasses, channeling a superstar vibe. Eye protection was secondary reason. Hoopster scrambled in his seat looking for his iPhone. When he connected the same to his car through Bluetooth, he immediately scanned iTunes for his driving playlist. A good way to start the day.
"Let's put on my favorite girl."
Gray pulled out of his garage as the song began, cautiously as to not scratch the car. He just had it last month and it would be a waste driving it recklessly. But as soon as he was on the main road, the Fiore Knight's Team Captain did not hesitate stepping on the gas. Disheveled raven hair danced in the morning breeze. There weren't many cars in the highway so he increased his speed as the song reached its bridge. What's the point of driving a billion dollar sports car if you couldn't road-runner it? So Gray pedaled it to 80.
"Now payback is a bad b*tch and baby, I'm the baddest. You f*ckin' with a savage. Can't have this, can't have this."
Gray rapped along, spitting the words with conviction, throwing his free hand around like Snoop Dogg. Swag coursed through his bloodstream. He felt so ghetto he did not even censor the words.
"I'm not sorry!"
Gray popped his head up and down to the beat and sang second to Demi Lovato, singing in piercing falsetto. He was just repeating the lyric 'I'm not sorry'.
The drive was long but Gray did not mind it. He did not even notice he was driving for more than an hour now; in a speed that was already reckless. The road-trip playlist he created was not even halfway through it. When Gray passed by the welcome sign, he slowed down. The convertible purred through the busy street of Magnolia.
The bumper-to-bumper traffic gave Gray some time to consult Siri for the exact location of some woman's dance school. Mika Mine texted him the address the night before. The show's crew would meet him there, she said. When he asked for the exact location she replied to just look around for it and reminded him not to be late or else. Gray did not want to know what came after 'or else...'. It was never pretty.
