Last Dance Lirik Novels & Stories

“Yes.” The moment after Dave passed from there, Ain let out a long breath, thinking about her fate, what will happen tomorrow and what if her father never wants to believe her? So inner. Until it didn't feel that his phone vibrated a few times. Then he blinked. Sexy girl groups Salsa : “Where are you?” Salsa : “You're not at home?” Lia : “Who the hell do you mean?” Salsa : “you two of those!” Lia : “Polite, you and I know!”

Lysara was standing there, her dark presence spreading out like a stain on fine fabric, yet even she seemed a bit shaken. No one spoke at first. Then one elder stepped forward from the shadows. White hair. Hollow eyes. Skin stretched too tightly across ancient bones. He gazed straight into my eyes and softly spoke a single word, its meaning lost in the depths of time, a language so ancient it seemed to echo with the whispers of forgotten centuries. I didn’t understand it. But Cassian went perfectly still beside me. The elder’s expression held no curiosity. Only fear. Ice spread through my veins. Whatever I was becoming—

“And now, gentlemen, the moment you have all been waiting for. Performing her last dance for a while, the dazzling blonde queen of the pole, the sexiest being since the dawn of creation, the electrifying and hypnotic American siren; Miss Cherry.” One final time, Marcus announced me to my audience and just like always, it got me so excited. The DJ was playing my latest track and it was titled “Fire Cracker” because that was one of the many things I saw myself as. Tonight was my final performance in a while so like a firecracker, I intended to go out with a bang.

The desk was still there. But everything else was gone. No sketchbook. No backpack. No me. Mom stood in the doorway, staring into the empty room for a long time. Then she slowly shut the door, went back to the couch, and held my school jacket again. Her eyes were dry, but her lips kept moving. She kept saying my name. "Vienna." "Vienna." "Vienna." I floated beside her and reached out one last time for her hair. This time, somehow, she felt something.

Pretending that the past was just a story she had heard about someone else. Sleep did not come easily. It never did. She lay in the dark and listened to the city breathe and counted her heartbeats like beats in a dance that never ended. One two three. One two three. The rhythm of survival. The rhythm of fear. Some nights, she dreamed of Emeka's smile. Some nights, she dreamed of the man falling. Some nights, she dreamed of running and running and never reaching the end of the hallway.

She choked, unable to get the words out. "It's all in the past," I interrupted calmly. She lifted her head. In her bloodshot eyes, the faint glimmer of hope–the desperate longing for redemption–finally went out. "The story between you and me," I said, looking out the window, "ended last winter, along with the child who never had the chance to be born." I stood up, making it clear the visit was over. She did not move. After a long while, as if gathering the last of her strength, she slowly rose to her feet, her steps unsteady.

The moment the servants scattered, the last wisp of air left my lungs. My soul drifted weightlessly out of my body. I hovered in a daze, half-transparent, and softly asked the system in my mind, 'Can you transmit me now? I want to go home.' But the system's mechanical voice was flat and unyielding: [Only once the male and female leads acknowledge your death can you exit this world.] I paused for a moment, then let it go. I'd survived decades—what was a little more waiting?

ALL I WANT IS TO FLY WITH YOU ALL I WANT IS TO FALL WITH YOU SO JUST GIVE ME ALL OF YOU IT FEELS IMPOSSIBLE, IS IT IMPOSSIBLE? (ITS NOT IMPOSSIBLE) SAY THAT ITS POSSIBLE HOW DO WE REWRITE THE STARS? SAY YOU WERE MADE TO BE MINE NOTHING CAN KEEP US APART CAUSE YOU ARE THE ONE I WAS MEANT TO FIND ITS UP TO YOU AND ITS UP TO ME NO ONE CAN SAY WHAT WE GET TO BE AND WHY DON’T WE REWRITE THE STARS? CHANGING THE WORLD TO BE OURS After that Augustus stopped singing and Lisa sang the last words by her own. She closed her eyes and sang:

Deep pleasure of satisfaction washed over me, and at that very moment, something snapped in me, and I was ready to give them the show of their lives. A dance they will never forget! It would be one that will be forever inscribed in their memories. This was my last night and my last chance to leave it all on the floor, giving my all, for there was no going back after this. I was moving forward and was saying goodbye to this place and doing it my way in tonight's performance. My last dance must be talked about for years; every time someone new leaves the club and moves on, they will remember that one dancer who set the place on fire with her last performance.

How could such a melodramatic thing happen? Liler cried and started singing a song immediately, “Ahh, give me a glass of water that can wipe my memories, so I won’t shed tears all night…” Harmonia was dumbfounded. Dimas sneered coldly, “I didn’t see you looking this miserable even when you ranked last in the whole school.” Liler suddenly stopped singing. Madam Judd focused her gaze on him and said, “You ranked last in the whole school? Are your final exam results out already? Did you get the last place in the whole school?”