Momo Dancing Novels & Stories

It was the perfect excuse to distract Franco whatever he was thinking. I took off my jacket and pulled Franco in the dance floor. Everyone was vibing with the beat. Who doesn’t? The song is a masterpiece. Franco doesn’t know how to dance, but he has his own moves that heat the dance floor and it was funny. I rhymed with his dance go crazy with steps like we always does back in Maldives. “Whoa! We still got the moves!” Franco laughed, “I’m going to the toilet.” My phone suddenly rang and it was Moira. I nodded with Franco and answered the receiver.

Modei being the dramatic one acts as if he has just taken mother of all blows . Goes as far as throwing himself back with an 'oomph! ' This catches them some attention. Unfortunately from boys who look like they either don't care or feel jealous they didn't throw the punch. That went well! Of course he sobers up before anyone gets any temptations. Sao drags him to the food table . Yeah people forget dancing is an exercise in its own form. Uses quite a bit of energy that needs be replaced. Don't try this at home! Just kidding go crazy .

asked James. "No, Mr Wellington is not the type to tell everyone about what he is doing," replied Mrs Haward. "I think it makes sense to play my favourite music," Mori said and quickly moved to the stereo. She hit play and the living room was soon filled with the song, Holiday by Madonna. She started swaying her waist to the rhythm of the song. James just watched her stunned by her dance moves. "I didn't know you could dance like that," James admired. "I used to take a dance lesson when I was younger," Mori replied.

gigi yelled and she came to drag me to the dance floor and the music banged loudly "what going on?" I asked as she swayed her waist to the beat and just then someone bumped into me making me turn and I saw mom dancing with some random teenage boys that I don't even know "mom" I called but she gave no reply because of the music been played, she was putting on her casual clothes and not her work clothes with a birthday hat on her head "mom" I called again but still no reply and I had no choice than to drag her to the kitchen at least it was less noisy "I thought you left for work" I cooed "what going on here mom?" I asked and folded my arms under my breast "oh quincy stop being dramatic beside

Layla and Jo clap their hands as they watch us and I pull my tie to rest on my forehead and we all cheer and dance as nineties hits start blasting. The lights turn down as the DJ keeps blasting amazing songs and we all dance and jump together, surrounded by our closest friends. Thomas and Moore are here, Moore on the corner while his wife dances seductively against him. He is finally out of the wheelchair and the smirk on his face is contagious.

Mom whispered, "you look happy." I shook my head, "I'm not happy right now." "You don't have to be," she added, "I just want to see my daughter doing something she loves." My chest hurt, "Please." Jules suddenly looked up, "You should dance. Mommy always cries when you dance." Mom laughed through her tears, "I do not." "You do," Jules insisted, "Happy crying." Mom smiled at me, "I've never been prouder than watching you on that stage."

I leaned back against the dorm room door and cried my eyes out. I blamed myself for being useless. I was supposed to have been reborn and given a second chance at life. I had tried everything I could to leave, but I just couldn't get out of her control. I was still living a horrible and bitter life under her. I thought that Mom would finally come to her senses after this huge fight and perhaps give me a little more freedom. However, I didn't think that she would actually become even worse than ever. That night, while scrolling through my phone, I came across a reel with Mom sitting in the staff dorm and crying her eyes out.

This is where Alia's heart lost it. She suddenly felt like going to the bathroom but what to do there? All the people around begged them to dance.Mozey came forward and extended his arm to Alia who took forever to place her hand in his. They began to dance to African queen by 2Baba a Nigerian singer. Both of them are fighting with their own thoughts. Alia heard someone saying;Grandma's choice is really superb see they match too well.She secretly looked at Mozey when he turned to see the talker.She had to admit that the guy is goodlooking but so what.

Mom frowned and set some of the things down. “Ray, can you hear me?” Still no reply. Growing impatient, Mom reached the door to push it open. It wasn’t locked, only slightly ajar. She pushed it open wider and peered inside. In an instant, her expression froze.

After a couple of seconds, she muttered, "Mommy?" "Yes, love." "Why do we never call, Daddy? Not even once? My friends and classmates, whenever they miss their mom and daddy, they will be calling them....what do you call that, Mommy?" "They use social media." "Yes! That's it, Mommy." Her eyes lit up as if an excellent idea came into her mind. "Why don't we call Daddy, Mommy? I want to see him! I want to hear his voice!" she exclaimed and jumped on her seat.