Amy Plie was a lot of things.
A siren. A dancer. A starlet. An Oracle. A powerful, pink-haired bubbly pop icon.
And as much as she hated to admit it, she was a coward too.
Ever since they met, ever since he even touched her hand, she could see the light in his eyes. His beautiful crimson eyes. They stood out over his calloused hands and fair skin.
I just gotta dance right now, it's critical..
His red hair also matched his halcyon eyes. Those eyes would haunt Amy.
She would never admit as much.
She could recall it. His name was Jin. She hadn't really believed in a thing like "love at first sight". And as cheesy as it sounded, she did now. He could remember the way she tripped. She could be clumsy at times.
Ooooh, let me in or I'll get physical with you..
Hell, she was clumsy most of the time. But that didn't matter. He looked upon her with ginger eyes, a soft yet unwavering gaze, and held out his rough hand.
"Are you okay?" He spoke with a slightly hoarse yet almost high and angelic voice, it resonated in mind, and in that minute, Amy's mind, her physical, her condition suspended in tribute forever.
"Yes," she replied, still shocked. Her voice was equally as sweet.
I just gotta dance right now, it's critical to do..
"Wow.." she heard him mumble under his breath. Her brown eyes shifted to his own eyes. His beautiful eyes.
"Sorry." She grinned and got up, dusting herself off.
"Next time, we'll be friends! Ahaha!" The starlet giggled and ran off.
He stood there, dumbfounded.
"Who.. was that girl?"
Bouncer-hey bouncer, bouncer.. bouncer bouncer bouncer-
Ooh, let me in or I'll get physical.. I just gotta dance right now, it's critical..