Club Stories

One of the first times we met We were at my favourite hangout You were talking and mucking around Generally having a good time. I was there helping my friend Spinning some tunes Smiling as I watched on. You came over, requested a tune Then asked me to dance And I accepted with a smile, Then we moved to the floor. Taking me in your arms Pulling me close as I got lost in your eyes Moving left and then right As we swayed to...

They made their way to the dance floor maneuvering through the throng of people and started dancing. Miranda could tell that Ken was not a dancer, but he could keep a beat and he just mimicked what the other males were doing. She could not stop smiling, she had not enjoyed herself this much in quite awhile. The dance numbers ended and a slow song started. Ken and Miranda stared at each other for an awkward moment and then...

She's sitting at her computer desk when it blinks, alerting her of a new email. She crosses her fingers, hoping it's a college acceptance message or something of the kind, but instead finds one from her email-stalker, MGlass. Most of them from the past couple months had been just the normal: Hey, baby... wanna meet up? and I love your videos and music, please reply, won't you darling? I just wanna talk... and they seemed...