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Her long dark hair… maybe dark red, but he wasn’t sure, cascaded in loose waves over her shoulders, and a little black dress wrapped around her perfect body, highlighted legs that seemed to go on forever. She was looking straight at him, making a beeline for where he was standing at the bar. He sighed quietly and slightly shook his head. She obviously knew who he was. The gorgeous party girl wanted to cozy up to the single, rich owner of ‘The Sin Nightclub’. Even though her beauty was unique, Victor was exhausted and he didn’t have time for the attention of groupies tonight… No matter how gorgeous. When she was close enough to him, Victor extended his hand to her and put on his most cordial

He was the only person who defended her and besides she would not see him again, so she agreed as they walked to her car. The ride to the bar was surprisingly fun and it became more fun as they sang along to Black Betty by Ram Jam as it played on the radio " Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-lam) Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-lam) Black Betty had a child (Bam-ba-lam) The damn thing gone wild (Bam-ba-lam) She said, "I'm worryin' outta mind" (Bam-ba-lam)

We then agreed that the other four party songs were, Lean On by Major Lazer & DJ Snake feat Mo, Rockabye by Clean Bandit feat Anne Marie, and The Spectre by Alan Walker. All songs had been performed by Kacey Loves Monday before. So there was no need to practice hard unless I who had to adapt. Because the songs were familiar to my ears, so I did not have any significant difficulties except to focus on staring at Kacey. How beautiful this crossbreed girl was.

She promises but tears fall down her cheeks. I hug her again and after a moment we sob and she shows me her car. She has a pink car of course. Meredith was always the barbie even in the school days. She has light blond hair and blue eyes like Barbies have so she felt herself like a Barbie too. She recognized my obvious look at the Barbie car. "Come on Barbie, let's go party!" She sings and smiles at me. In school days we had this insider that we always sang this Barbie song. Somebody used to start to sing this verse and the other person continued.

“Breathe guys, you're going to die of that,” As the laughter gradually subsided Rave said the last character he'll imitate. Barbie!! Donald's face flushed. “You're really mean to me, Rave!” Carl muttered. Rave just ignored him and whistled as if he heard no one. Tearfully Donald started dancing ballet while singing Barbie’s famous song. “I'm a barbie girl, in a barbie world. I'm a plastic, it's fantastic! You can brush my hair. Undress me anywhere, imagination. Life is your creation”

He let out a slow whistle and gave me a hot little smirk. “I can totally get on the R&B train for those decades. I’ll add in rock. Chuck Berry, The Beatles, Queen, and Linkin Park to name a few,” he told me. ***** ROMAN. I loved how much we seemed to have in common with each other. However, there was enough individuality that would definitely keep things interesting. As fate would have it, “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough” began playing on the radio station that was currently running. I was hoping to see if I could coax her into singing.

"Most people don't have an eighth of your courage. Things were different when he lived somewhere else. It's not pathetic to want something and go after it, especially now that he's here and staying." "It is when that something doesn't want you back." "Then he's the idiot. Not you." He tugged gently on my hair and straightened. "Just open your mouth and sing. If he doesn't fall flat on his face for you, I'll put him on the ground for ya." Laughing, I shoved at his chest. "Grab me the guitar. I'll do a run through before we open." Rock leaned against the bar while I played. Occasionally, he'd nod in approval or comment with "drop your voice lower there" or "hold that note longer," but otherwis

No one's ever gonna hurt you, love I'm gonna give you all of my love Nobody matters like you So, rockabye baby, rockabye I'm gonna rock you Rockabye baby, don't you cry Somebody's got you Rockabye baby, rockabye I'm gonna rock you Rockabye baby, don't you cry (Bidda-bang-bang-bang, alright then) Rockabye, no (Rockabye-rocka-rocka-rocka-bye) (Oh) Rockabye, yeah (Rockabye-rocka-rocka-rocka-bye) (yeah)