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[somewhere in camp there's a half-pike. not often used but still there, waiting. Today, it is not alone. Brittany Spears's Circus is blaring from a laptop, and a girl with paint covering her hands and clothes is dancing around it. Apparently the dance is impromptu as there's three and a half newly painted skateboard decks sitting next to the laptop along with her paints. She's way too caught up in the music to notice things going on around her.
The dancing is very good. Her singing is very not.]
I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins
Spotlight on me and I'm ready to break
I'm like a performer, the dance floor is my stage
Better be ready, hope that you feel the same
All eyes on me in the center of the ring just like a circus~
The dancing is very good. Her singing is very not.]
I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins
Spotlight on me and I'm ready to break
I'm like a performer, the dance floor is my stage
Better be ready, hope that you feel the same
All eyes on me in the center of the ring just like a circus~