Pulp Fiction John Travolta Dance 소설 & 이야기

“Yes! “Well, he and his wife were here last month. That was exciting for the ladies here at the hotel.” “Okay, here’s an icon of a famous person who was here recently. Do you know John Travolta? “Of course, he’s the guy who played in the famous movie Saturday Night Fever! Who danced to the song? Staying alive.” Lyle started singing and dancing, “I-I staying alive, let me see you breaking everybody shaking staying alive.” She laughed so hard at him that he brought tears to her eyes. “That's the song girl! Everyone knows that song around the world.”

The rum punches had flowed, the music had pulsed, and the boundaries had begun to blur. John had been the one to fan the flames. “Go on, dance for him,” he’d murmured, his lips brushing her neck as he nudged her towards Luke. The challenge, the unspoken permission in his eyes, had sent a bolt of lightning straight to her core. She’d done more than dance. She’d ground against Luke to the rhythm of the reggae beat, feeling his body respond, feeling John’s gaze burn into her back.

They stood right along the pool next to each other. "This is a dedication going out to Ethan Hollen's grandma, fiancee and children, and to Martin's fiancee. This is for you guys!" the DJ announced. He started playing Michael Jackson's "Smooth Criminal" and Ethan and Martin broke out into a dance. They were dancing just like Michael Jackson did in his music video. It was amazing. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I had no idea he was such a great dancer. He was doing the moonwalk like he was the one who invented it.

I can see John didn't appreciate it. Stella say" so. Wanna dance guys! " John said" yeah why not. "he asked for my hand I didn't give him. He whisper in my ear" there is so many girls, do you want them to dance with me.they will eat me alive " I look around and see so many girls looking at John with hungry eyes. I mean if he ask them they will surely say yes. And I don't like that so I take his hand. It is biggest mistake of my life. Aaron and is also dancing with each other in music.

Oh, God. The lights flicker on, and I see two dancers dressed in a white vest top and grey tracksuit bottoms, both wearing red caps. Literally dressed like Mike in the movie. The dancers look up, and I almost faint on stage when I see Channing Tatum walking toward me. The crowd erupts when they see him, and he starts dancing in front of me. I almost died when the second dancer comes up, and I see it’s Cole. I watch him utterly stunned, and he winks at me sexily. They rip their vests off. “Oh, my God.” I utter, watching them dancing around me. He wasn’t kidding when he said he could do that flip thing. He and Channing both do it in front of me and grind against the floor, and I watch avidly a

Both men smiled then and I realized I’d said it out loud, the words leaving my lips like a song in the wind. But when they began gyrating, that’s when it got nasty. I admit, I hadn’t been sure what to expect. What did dancing mean? Both men hopping around in circles? Jumping up and down maybe, doing hip-hop moves? But instead Jonah and John were sinuous, rotating their hips, smiling at me wickedly as they removed the rest of their clothes until they were dressed in nothing but Speedos.

And Vito had brought her here knowing exactly what kind of world she was about to step into. Vito turned to her as if nothing irreversible had just happened. “Do you want to dance?” He asked. Milan gasped. “Are you insane?” She screeched. “You want me to dance now?” He nodded. “Dance if you want.” Her eyes dropped despite herself. Two men were already dragging the body away, quick and practiced. A lady was mopping the floor, but the dark stain spread faster than it disappeared. Music swelled again, too loud, too sudden, like they were all trying to pretend nothing had happened.

“You okay, man?” “I think I’m hallucinating an angel.” Julian squinted. “Nah, that’s just Minnie. Wait—MINNIE?!” Ethan marched toward the dance floor like a man on a mission. “May I have this dance?” Ethan asked, dramatically bowing in front of Minnie. She raised a brow. “You’ve been drinking.” “Just enough to think I’m Fred Astaire.” “You tripped over a beanbag five minutes ago.” “I was sabotaged by modern furniture,” he said solemnly. “Now dance with me before I declare my love to the guacamole.”

I just shook my head and then I screamed, especially when they sprinkled water while people on the dance floor got wet. My hips went wilder when Shakira’s Hips Don’t Lie played. With the remix of Boyfriend by Arianna Grande. I close my eyes and dance. Someone touched my waist, and when I opened my eyes, it was Christ Nielson’s face that almost kissed me, and didn’t want to let go of my waist. “Athanasia, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you.” I immediately pulled away and avoided him; he was a good friend of mine. Del Russo is connected to the Mafia Organization since my father is a good friend of Avenson.

Belle's POV Beyond surprised at Christian's action, I squatted to make sure the other guy was okay before standing to look at my husband. The guests present were not slow to take out their phones to record again as always. Why did we always manage to bring up drama at every party? I wondered silently. "What the hell?" I whispered to him, completely ashamed that he would ruin his birthday celebration just because of a guy who was only asking to dance with me and whom I was refusing already. A guy that I didn't find attractive at all.