Novel & Cerita Dance To The Distortion

But I had agreed to accompany Scarlet on the condition that we return if I didn't feel comfortable. Needless to say, the moment I walk into the club, I forget about my worries and allow my body to take over instead of my mind for a change. But I still kept an eye on whoever approached me and politely declined if I got a bad vibe from them. So here I am, dancing to the electrifying music provided by professional DJs. I must admit that it did take my mind off of everything and let me loose for a solid hour and a half. I excuse myself from Scarlet and head to the bar to quench my dry throat which was difficult to acquire when you’re practically being crushed between the people on the dance floo

“Fuck yes.” “Jackson, I am not going to.” “Ava, you will. I am your fucking boss, and you will do what I say.” “Fuck.” The music starts, and I am forced to make my way onto the stage to that damn chair. I do a couple of swings around the pole, a few seductive dancing until I have to pull the prick onto the stage. With my luck, he is fucking fat and ugly, and of course, he is trying to play the hero and grab my ass. Jackson is too damn busy on his phone to notice.

My body tilted to focus on the figures dancing away on the dance floor and the urge to join them, dance away my unhappiness and forget my gay boyfriend crept into my heart and like a spark, it ignited the wild side of me. Like a drunkard, I began staggering to the dance floor, my legs wobbly and eyes dizzy but I'm not one to give up, since I wish to dance, then I have to but I didn't expect to collide with someone. My face crunched in a frown as I raised my head to scold the ignorant person, but the face… “Darm! Handsome, are you a stripper? Why don't you come strip for me? I promise to pay you!”

Find love in a stranger’s arms. I dance to the thumping music, throwing myself into it so I don’t have to think, to feel. The pounding bass drowns out even the pounding of my heart. Hands crawl across my curves from all sides, but I close my eyes and ignore them. I just move, just feel the music, the touches, and revel in not being alone. He left. It echoes through my heart like an accusation, so I down another drink and dance harder, letting the music conceal my fear and pain.

But I wasn’t about to wait for this cesspool of a show to dictate my steps any longer. I pushed open the iron door to the rooftop, pulling out the portable speaker I had prepared in advance. Setting up my phone, I opened my live-streaming app. "Hello, everyone," I began, my voice steady as rain drizzled around me. "I’m Victoria Dean. I apologize for meeting you all under these circumstances. “But as a dancer, I want to show you that the most powerful performances don’t need elaborate embellishments. This dance has a real name. It’s called, the Unyielding Rose in the Rain.”

“Yeah, I nod, turning away from him, I grab the girls and we head downstairs into the crowd. We dance together along to the song, my body moves swiftly and sensually, we giggle and laugh, and a while later we are separated by the crowd, I don’t worry too much as I can just head upstairs if I want to find them. I keep on dancing when I feel a body against my back, his arms wrapping around my body as we dance together, the unknown man, is a professional as he twists and turns me on the dance floor, I pull my eyes open, and strobe lights fill my sight, my eyes meet with angry blue ones, quite close but faraway. I do nothing, I mean if he can get away with doing things with Grace, then there’s n

Even if they came across me on the outside, their faces wouldn't betray a single hint of recognition. I loved this place, because it allowed me to unleash my true self. "My dearest patrons…" I threw the rose into the crowd, watching as they scrambled to catch it. "Thank you for watching my dance." I bowed gracefully, before hooking a finger under my bodice, slipping it off. "My name is Rose, and I will be having the pleasure of performing for you starting today." I scanned their faces, picking out tonight's target. This really was… An intoxicating night!

The storm that scattered many of the dark figures, but the puppets reformed as quickly as they were torn apart. “These things won’t stay down!” he yelled, launching a lightning bolt at one particularly large puppet which broke down but formed back. Amid the chaos, Hyperion’s focus was solely on Damon. The two collided again and again, Hyperion’s strength clashing with Damon’s agility. Each time Hyperion struck, Damon would dissolve into shadows, reappearing behind him or from the walls. Damon’s laugh echoed through the chamber, taunting, as he played with the light and darkness like a master of both.

After three, or was it four, drinks, Ren says, “You're trying to get laid, huh?” “I already told you, dumbass.” To me, she says, “Let's dance.” Any protest dies on my tongue as she drags me to the stage, where the sweaty bodies are writhing. “Let's let loose tonight, babe.” I giggle as we find a spot on the stage. I'm buzzed. The DJ picks the perfect tune, “Something Big” by Davy C. I'm feeling myself as we grind against each other. I let loose, dancing sensually to the music. My hips move in circular motions before moving up and down.

“Thanks bro!” I waved too. As his head peeped out the window “Quinn let me know if you change your mind!” He winked, making me roll my eyes as we walked to the party. The party was in full swing. Loud dance music played as people danced making out with each other. Off to the side a group of guys were cheering on their teammates in a game of flip cup. Mandy led me over to the keg and poured us both a drink. I took a sip and tried to contain the gag from the foul taste. “That’s disgusting,” I muttered.