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The Heart of Music
#WritcoStoryPrompt24
A dance was an art form, whether in front of an audience full of gentlemen and ladies or in front of lascivious losers in a bar. She swirled around the pole as graceful and elegant as a respectable ballet dancer lost in the beauty of her own motions. Her eyes behind the mask that had been closed, opened as her set ended and locked directly with the steely, grey eyes of the man in the front row. Her heart skipped a beat. He knew who she was!... the Dj notice who she was and the Crow all stood at odd to notice who she was. with all eyes on her she continues dancing and dancing the night away, without any fear in her dancing feet, with so much confidence in her dancing heart she moved to the sound of the beat throughout the whole night until she landed right into his arm that's when she realized that the clock hit midnight left his arm slowly and dancing to the still music on her way home, whisper will I ever see him again.
© Lucy Luve
A dance was an art form, whether in front of an audience full of gentlemen and ladies or in front of lascivious losers in a bar. She swirled around the pole as graceful and elegant as a respectable ballet dancer lost in the beauty of her own motions. Her eyes behind the mask that had been closed, opened as her set ended and locked directly with the steely, grey eyes of the man in the front row. Her heart skipped a beat. He knew who she was!... the Dj notice who she was and the Crow all stood at odd to notice who she was. with all eyes on her she continues dancing and dancing the night away, without any fear in her dancing feet, with so much confidence in her dancing heart she moved to the sound of the beat throughout the whole night until she landed right into his arm that's when she realized that the clock hit midnight left his arm slowly and dancing to the still music on her way home, whisper will I ever see him again.
© Lucy Luve
