AN: I have posted this story on here before under a different name but I took it down because I had messed it up. This time I know what is going to happen.
The bell on the door jingled as a raven hair woman walked into the motel lobby. Her purple gypsy skirt caught in the door. A middle age man was behind the counter reading a magzine. "Excuse me sir. How much is a room for the night?" She asked. "$70 a night. It's an extra $20 a night for pets." He said with out looking up from the article he was reading. The woman quickly counted the money she had in her backpack. "Shit...just short. I'll be back." she said as she ran back out the door.
She ran a few blocks away to a buisyer part of this Nothern Italian town. She stopped to put on some eyeliner to bring out her green eyes. She ducked behind a dumpster and quickly changed from a black tank top to a white peasant blouse. She walked back out into the street and saw other perfomers doing their act for money. "Let's see, we have a singer, a mime, and a guy who really knows how to play with fire." she thought to her self. She watched the man who was playing with fire. He was a ginger haired man with moonlight skin. "He's good. " She kicked off her boots and pulled out a small boombox from her backpack placed a bowl on the ground.
She turned it on to some nice belly danceing music. Shakira's Ojo asi started up. She moved her body up and down to the drums. Only a handfull of people turned to watch her dance. (AN: I don't have the descriptive ability at this moment to describe her dance but this is what she does. I will work on it! watch?v=X0uuaJKmHAc) A minute in to the song, the fire dancer had finished his show, and more people turned to watch her.
As danced, she saw a shiny black car pull up across the street. Three men got out of the carr and the back driver side window rolled down half way.
