Ok, one, sorry for not updating any on my stories at all for a while. It's spring break for me and I'm busy with everything that's not anything. It's just been so nice and warm out that I have been everywhere all at once! I will update The Interview by the end of this weekend and I will update probably Into the Darkness as well, but not right this minute.
Two, this came to me when I proclaimed that Bed Rock by Young Money was Bolin's song. Then this came to me. Sorry it's so short, I didn't know what else to put, so I hope you enjoy my first Legend of Korra fic! It will be my only one until the end of the series!
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Bolin, for a while, had been obsessed with phonographs. He would listen to them nonstop and sometimes, to Mako mostly, it got annoying. He would sing along to the radio and he would dance. And spirits, was he a bad dancer.
Sometimes, Korra or Mako would catch him in the training area just dancing along to the radio. Man, was that embarrassing to him.
The last time Korra had caught Bolin doing that while going back to Air Temple Island was right after a match. He was in there, dancing, and sure enough, one of those music playing machines were on. She just stopped mid step and stared, wide eyed and mouth agape, while Bolin danced the night away . . . alone.
She turned so she was fully facing him and just stood there in shock. It was the way he was dancing, just hoping around the room and doing whatever he liked that caught her attention in a bad way. Her mind just shut down.
It was a little while later that Mako walked down the hall looking for his brother when he saw Korra in the same spot she was in since she found Bolin in the room.
Quietly, so as not to disturb Bolin, Mako quickly walked over to Korra and grabbed her by the shoulders, turning her in the direction of the door and leading her away, Korra's head never leaving the position it was in.
Getting Bolin to stop was hopeless, and when they finally allowed music to be played during a free time in the arena, was the time that Bolin had become un-obsessed.
That was when everyone laughed at him for his dancing. Bolin was so embarrassed, he threw his phonograph away and blocked out any and every music he could hear.
Mako and Korra were relieved.
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Review please! It's my first LoK story, so be nice!