Your imaginary audience is clapping and cheering and whistling and throwing more imaginary flowers and offering imaginary wine to the imaginary girl who can dance a perfect song. The step, step, twirl falls into place as you move for the door, stepping with grace and movements still flowing like the beginning of the show. You hurry towards the light because your career is over, the song is done. You’re past the curtain call so nothing else is left.
It’s step, step, twirl and dance, dance, die.
Hey, Kuroki, go look up \ Aeris\! :3
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I'm sad I didn't write it. XD
Ticky Mick does love his games, and plays them like the ivories, like loyalties [and now the part I was working up to~] and shallow things that twist and tease, and silly things that pain and please, and keep the human race intact, and bind the world unto its knees~ -sings-
X3 It's totally awesome, yo.
<3
Hiiii Mello. ♥