Footloose
Prologue
I looked off into the sky, mentally asking myself what I was doing here. Here, you ask? The Underground. Kingdom of the Labyrinth. I was just wishing I could be whisked away somewhere else to get away from my drunk and sexually active persuers one moment. The next I'm here, stumbling and falling on my skinny butt. It had grown dark, so I had nowhere to go. Not in the shadows, anyway. Maybe in the morning.
So, to pass the night away a bit, I got out my iPod and switched it on. Plugging my earphones in, I began dancing along to one of my favorite eighties artists, Kenny Logging's, song Footloose. I know, I'm twenty-five with a knack for the eighties era. I love the music that came before the modern day music, rock 'n' roll and emopop and regular pop. Stuff like that. Unknowingly, I was being watched by the main inhabitant of the kingdom. A king I was destined to meet in the morning after I fell to the grass, exhausted, and fell asleep.