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Name: Michelle Perez
Age: 22
Occupation: School of Dance teacher
Show Me The Money
This is definitely the wickedest thing I ever hear in my life!
Show off that body you got
You got the dance, glow so hot
You workin' that, you twerkin' that
You tickin' that like a clock
I walked through the under-halls of the school I teach at to get to The Underground Streets. The bouncer opened the door for me, smiling as I walked past him. The club was bouncing and every body here was either gyrating into another or just moving to the music. The DJ whistled and everyone turned in my direction. The whole place burst into cheers. I smiled and tossed my sunglasses to a lucky supporter of my dancing. He nearly fainted in his girl's arms. I'm white, unlike most of the club's occupants, but I can fit in well enough to get respect. I danced with a lot of guys around the club who enjoyed my "dancing".
Can't nobody do it like I do it
When I do it, dog I do it
(Break it down)
Break it down, put your back into it
Man, y'all ain't ready for the **** I'm doing
(So get up)
Get up, put your drinks down
Don't want y'all sloshing yo' drinks out
All over that cheap blouse
Ain't nothing but a swallow in it anyhow
(Still me)
Still me, I just changed the sound
To the other one I had and just swapped it out
(Switch!)
Kept somethin' in background
Cause you love the song
But you in love wit the background
C'mon let a mama work for me
Make a player wanna spend some money
I don't really like spendin' money
But if you do what you do and do it well I'ma
Show off that body you got
You got the dance, glow so hot
You workin' that, you twerkin' that
You tickin' that like a clock
Show off that body you got
You got the dance, glow so hot
You workin' that, you twerkin' that
You tickin' that like a clock
Suddenly, a fight was started in the bouncer's area. Three colorful-clothed young men were arguing with the boucer saying they needed to find their friend. The bouncer was only asking what their friend's name was and their names.
"Hons, he's only asking for your names!" I called across the room. The music had stopped when everyone noticed the fight. One young man caught my eye. He looked Japanese, or maybe Korean. I don't know, but he was one handsome Asian man. The music started up again and he offered me to show him how to "dance to this unusual music that I've never heard before". I, being a dancing teacher, taught him well enough for him to get it on his own. I was about to leave him be to dance when he caught my wrist as I turned.
"What's your name? I never got it!" The young man yelled over the music. I smiled, grasped his hand, and dragged him to my office area in the club. Barely anyone is allowed to go in. He's an acception. His dark eyes captivated me the first time they examined me from head to toe. I closed and locked the door behind us when we were inside. The whole room was soundproof, so no noise got in, and nothing got out.
"My name is Michelle Perez, what's yours?"
"Hikaru Sulu, but call me Sulu."
"Call me Mitchy then, Sulu." I felt like his name just rolled off my tongue, and I really liked it. What was this silly feeling I've never felt in my twenty-two years of life? Whatever it is, I like it.