My name's Liana, I'm 18 years old, and I'm a dancer. I dance Ballet, hip hop, and I break dance. I am 5'4, a size 1 waist, and have 34 C breast. My hair is black and down to the middle of my butt, and my eyes are a light brown with 2 rims of green. I also have an obsession with taking pictures. That's pretty much everything about me. I looked the same every day. Every day I wear a pair of harem pants, a sweatshirt, and my chucks. My comfortable casual wear that is the thing I'm known for, except my eyes.
I used to be in a dance crew at my high school, but my family moved out to Vegas and I just recently moved back by myself. Sadly, my other phone decided to go swimming so I lost all my numbers and contacts. Now I'm alone in New York, with no tour guide.
I was walking around Union square taking pictures of dancers, statues, and random swag infested people. I was taking note of where to bring my camera because next week I will be taking shots for my portfolio to send to a bunch of different schools. I got more than a 4.0 GPA in all of my subjects, I'm a shoe-in for a full ride in Ballet, but I don't want to major in ballet.
I came up to a group of people who were surrounded by a curly haired teen who looked my age. I looked closer and then I think I recognized him.
"Moose?" I questioned a little louder than I wanted to. The dancer stopped and looked at me. His eyes even squinted a little.
"Oh my Gosh! Two faced tutting Liana!" He said using the name they gave me for my 2 very different dancing styles. I screamed and ran up to him where he lifted me into a circle.
"I've missed you so much!" I said as he putted me down.
"Girl, I've missed you too! How was Vegas? What are you doing here?" He asked.
"It was good. I live here again! I moved back! Where is everyone?" I answered.
He ran a hand through his hair, taking off his hat, "They're actually down the street to get some food, but we're in a new dance crew."
"Pirates, I saw you on TV," I told him. He raised his eye brows and looked at me with a funny smile. "No, no, no! I am not going to dance with you."
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Come on! We haven't danced together in so long! You can do the hip hop/ Jazz routine we did freshman year," He said poking me. I sighed and nodded as he ran to the music and changed the song so that "I wanna go" By Brittany spears came on.
"Moose, this is ridiculous," I muttered.
"Oh Please, you know you want to," He prodded taking my hand and starting to do his part. I gave a small chuckle before taking his hand, spinning into his arm out, and the choreography began to move through me.
I didn't realize we had developed a crowd until applause erupted around us.
"Moose, who's the friend," A man with a thick accent said taking my hand and kissing it.
"Santiago twins, meet my old dance crew member Liana, Liana, meet the Santiago twins," moose said.
"It's nice to meet you," I said sweetly.
"Are you gonna take her to the vault?" Another man asked. "She does have that pirate style."
"I mean, if she wants to, I can take her," Moose said looking to me. I nodded and we all hopped into a van and drove off to an unknown location.