Miku Hatsune Dance Novels & Stories

She chuckled. And upon seeing that the clock had struck 6 p.m, we started getting dressed. Slightly applied make up, and hit the sidewalk. We headed to one of the biggest dance halls in school, that always held functions as big as the bash. The music was on full blast. And as soon as one entered, they could see the snack platters and drinks assembled on the long table. "It's going to be a long night," I yelled at Abby, who only decided to simply nod than yell back a response. As the music was at a deafening level.

"Haha! I'm with you. Huh? Mikan and Kylie are also with us for sure Tito will say we can be one of the boys! Haha." I just shook my head and then I grabbed the shot full of jack daniels that Selena gave me. It's really out of order.. when Mikan came back, Selena wanted to dance but they both refused and it was because of me We were closer to him when we danced on the dance floor. Now the song is on, so what kind of hiphop moves is Selena dancing while I'm just a simple kembot, bending over like jumping up and down and maybe I'll get dizzy again.

That sound escorted every movement of Michiko Arunika Suryokusumo's fingers with military discipline. Michi sat ramrod-straight on the glossy black-lacquered piano bench. Her spine never touched the back of the seat; her arms lifted into a precise right angle. Her fingers danced deftly across the ivory keys of the Steinway grand, carrying Chopin's Sonata No. 2 with a technical cleanliness so complete that anyone listening instinctively held their breath. Her long black hair was pulled into a flawless ponytail—not one strand allowed to stray. To the professors, the dean's office, and the hundreds of students at this elite academy in the Kotabaru district, Michi was the perfect representation