The night is cold, the streets are bare and the noise is dull.
You can hear it in the distance and you sense something going on. The sounds draw you closer, butterflies are dwelling in your stomach.
You hear the music growing, coming to you. Your going in the right direction!
You sight another person, moving their hips and swinging their hands. It looks fun, it looks like something you want to be involved with, so you start!
More people, louder sounds. Heading towards the queue, the doors the place to be.
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some how you find it hard to be around but you know you belonged there and so you write your own script... this is all me. i write my own script!
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