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I took the male leads as I was still the only male in choir. “Off with your head…D-dance-dance-dance 'til you're dead…O-off-off-off with your head…D-dance-dance-dance 'til you're dead….O-off-off-off with your head…… It's close to midnight…And something evil's lurking in the dark…Under the moonlight…You see a sight that almost stops your heart…You try to scream…But terror takes the sound before you make it (Heads will roll, heads will roll)…You start to freeze…As horror looks you right between the eyes…You're paralyzed…… 'Cause this is thriller, thriller night…And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike…You know it's thriller, thriller night…You're fighting for your life inside

And as the sky's falling down It crashed into this lonely town And with that shadow upon the ground I hear my people screaming out I see fire Inside the mountain I see fire Burning the trees I see fire Hollering souls And I see fire Blood in the breeze I see fire Oh you know I saw the city burning I see fire Feel the heat upon my skin yeah Now I see fire Oh oh oh oh oh oh And I see fire burn auburn up on the mountain side

" IF YOU ARE THINKING OF HANDING ME TO THE AUTHORITIES , I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN ,AND MAKE YOU WATCH AS I KILL THOSE YOU LOVE " " We are not a good fan of cops,since we are smugglers . The band is the best disguise . Of course we play ... Fuck the smell is horrible " " I HOPE YOU ARE NOT LYING ..." " we wouldn't dare lie to you " " GOOD ... NOW DRIVE " commanding and walked passed them to take a seat . The drive started the engine and moved . His mates never went back to their seats . " This is so crazy, she is so young but cold as hell " the drummer whispered

They never quit, they never rest on the floor If SHEain't wrong, they'll probably die on the floor Dance the night away Live your life and stay young on the floor Dance the night away Grab somebody, drink a little more La la la la la, la la la la la la la la la Tonight they gon' be it on the floor La la la la la, la la la la la la la la la Tonight they gon' be it on the floor SHEknow you got it, clap your hands on the floor And keep on rockin', rock it up on the floor If you're a criminal, kill it on the floor Steal it quick on the floor On the floor Don't stop, keep it moving Put your drinks up! It's getting ill, it's getting sick on the floor They never quit, they never rest on the floor I

Red lights on the ceiling began to flash violently, casting bright, bloody streaks against the concrete walls. "Fire drill! Evacuate the building immediately!" a robotic voice boomed from the walls. The sound hit my ears like a physical blow. Instantly, my mind snapped. The cold stairwell disappeared. In its place, I heard the terrifying sound of twisting metal. I smelled the suffocating scent of burning rubber and thick, black smoke. The phantom memory of my first death—the crushing weight of the rolled truck, the agonizing snap of my bones, and the hot flames licking at my skin—surged through my mind with brutal force.

Beside me, Ellie was laser-locked on her drummer crush, eyes wide and greedy. Teddy’s voice sliced through the noise—low and rough, like smoke catching on gravel. “I was born with a target on my back, Silver spoon, golden trap. They said ‘Sign here, make us proud,’ But I’d rather burn it down than bow…” I sucked in a breath. The lyrics hit different. Sharp and raw. And then the chorus dropped. “So I run loud, louder than their chains, Scream my name in the pouring rain.” The crowd exploded. Everyone was singing. Screaming. Living.

“Willow, is shifting!” I hear Nix say. I can’t look toward her right now. Drake grabs hold of my massive shoulders and holds on. He digs his long claws into my flesh beneath my scales and begins to emit a heat that turns into fire. It burns as hot as lava. I let my own heat radiate from me. The two elements of fire mixed and soon there's so much fire and heat around us that if anything gets close it will go up into a blaze. The fire alarm system kicks in, but the sprinklers have no effect. I barely hear Nix’s muffled screams.

“If you don't help us, the company goes under by tomorrow morning! Think about your career! Think about your future in tech! If you let this company burn, you’ll go down with it!” “My future?” I let out a soft, mocking laugh that echoed coldly in the quiet room. “My future is exceptionally bright, Ethan. Yours, however, looks incredibly bleak. Do not call this number again.” Without waiting for his response, I hung up. But I knew him too well. Ethan Miller was a desperate cockroach, and when a cockroach's life is threatened, it will crawl through anything to survive. He wasn't going to stop at a phone call.

The atmosphere was relaxed and warm. Later in the evening, the music shifted to something more upbeat. Guests gathered around a large bonfire, the flames casting a golden glow across everyone's faces. I loved the setup. They played so many songs I knew, and before long I was singing along and dancing with Grace near the fire. I'm not one for taking pictures and recording everything. I like enjoying the moments that come by. However, Grace loved keeping memories. She took so many videos, especially when I was shamelessly embarrassing myself and singing off-key. I didn't mind at all, and quite frankly, by the third bottle of wine I didn't care for much. I was fairly certain I was singing even

Then too, I see her eyes following Michael as he stalks back and forth. "You've not heard from her again?" Anxiety lies layered within Richard's words. "You think we wouldn't have told you if we had?" snarls Michael. Abruptly the air rattles with the clanging of alarms. Richard sits back in his seat. Michael ducks his head as though dodging the wall of sound. Outside a siren blares. "What the hell…?" mutters Richard. "Francis," he yells through the door. "Is there a fire drill going on they've not told me about?"