Dancing With Myself {O P E N}

Last edited by Sa5m on Wed Aug 22, 2012 5:27 am; edited 1 time in total

This song sounds dramatic
But I'm bad at writing words
If you don't speak English
This probably sounds pretty good

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I wasn't doing much yet. I was just laughing, talking, and drinking some water. What? It's not water? Please. Well, all I was doing was minding my own business, murmuring 'hototototot' whenever a hot girl came by. She would look my way, either laugh or just ignore me, and then continue on with whatever she was doing.

Then... then my jam came on. And I went out into the middle of the hall and started dancing. It looked a little something liiiikeee...

~Yes. This is my face claim dancing. Thank you Tobuscus. xD~
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Then, I basically collapsed on the floor and started laughing. I got up after a while, sweaty, and grabbed a drink. I stood off to the side as another song came on. Oh it's a slow song. I hate songs that are slower than normal. Nggghh.

Oh man I'm out of breath from thinking.

"Ooo wassup gurrrl?" I commented as a girl walked by, who turned and smiled, but continued walking.

Nailed it.

You'd probably think I'm singing
'Bout some pretty serious stuff
But in reality I'm singing about
The lack of stuff I'm singing 'bout

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Brett Casey Morgan,

Brett had been looking foreward to this dance. It was her one chance to show off a big talent of hers: Dancing. Brett's feet carried her toward the dance floor. She'd had to get changed after a little incident at the Pig Roast. So, now she wore black skinny jeans, a crop top and wedge sneakers. Brett was in the mood to dance. She moved swiftly, her hair flipping back and forth. Soon enough, the dance floor was under her feet.

Brett dropped to the floor, as a pop song played in the back ground. She popped, then dropped into a split. The song stopped just as she was getting into it. A slow, Taylor Swift song started to play. Brett stopped dancing and sighed, walking towards a chair. She had no one to dance with and frankly, she didn't want to. As Brett was walking toward the blue plastic chair, she heard a comment come from a guy standing off to the side. She rolled her eyes and stopped in her tracks. Stuff like this, is why Brett hated dances sometimes. She trailed back over to the guy and crossed her arms on her chest. Her face had a look of "are you serious?" painted across it.

Brett's Dance Moves:

#outfit