At 9:30, the electronic watch on the car showed the time. A black jeep pulled into the out-of-the-way neighborhood and stopped in front of a wall covered in spray-painted graffiti. In the small square in the wall, figures swayed, showing that a lively party was going on inside.
Mike turned off the car, put the car key in his pocket, picked up the handcuffs placed in the back seat of the car and put it on the belt, then picked up the baton and pushed the brim of his hat, opened the door and jumped out.
The sound of "tuk tuk tuk" batons knocking on the iron door had no effect. The noisy people inside did not stop. People playing skateboards and smoking hookah turned a blind eye to Mike in police uniform.
A young man stepped out of the crowd, out of the shadows and smog, and the lights came out to reveal my face, as if startled.
"Boy, someone reported that the party here is disturbing the people." Mike slapped the baton in his palm with a cold face.
"What?...But...but there are no residents living around us at all! You must be mistaken!" I was hurriedly forced back a few steps by him, and explained anxiously.
Mike looked very cold-hearted, and he walked around me and pushed the door open. "It has nothing to do with me whether I made a mistake or not, I just need to clear the field now."
I bowed my head and walked in behind him with a frustrated look on my face. The young people in the room were divided into two groups by Mike Moses.
"Ahhhh!!!" With the piercing screams of the audience, the camera on the large landing screen on the stage suddenly turned in a different direction and landed on my face.
I gave a smile that didn't match the good student look when I opened the door just now. Then, with the sound effect of 'bang' the iron door is locked, the video officially ends, and the stage lights are turned on at the same time.
Under the two beams, I laughed wantonly, and slowly walked out from the left side of the stage with my hands in the pockets of my jeans. And Mike, wielding a baton, came out across the stage face to face with me.
This is a dance show with a story line, and it's an idea I gave to the owner of the dance company. Although this way of expressing is no longer novel after a few years, it is still very unique and creative. In order to attract the interest of audiences who do not know much about dance, only a solid dance foundation is not enough.
It is the most convenient and practical way to make the show look like a stage play, and shoot a video to play before the dance. Videos that can be reused, dancers do not have to really learn the same way as a stage actor, and perform these plots on the stage.
The fight in the violent neighborhood was already very tense, and now it has been adapted into an artistic dance dance, which has also increased the tension of the show. Immediately behind me, a group of male dancers appeared in the video, all standing in the center of the stage.
I gave the girls closest to me an evil smile, and when they were all blushing with excitement, I stepped forward and made a provocative gesture to Mike in police uniform.
The moment I raised my hand, a fierce dance music sounded on the otherwise quiet stage. The click of opening the case was like a signal.
I shook my waist with the rhythm in front of Mike, and Mike threw away his baton and chose his dance skills under the watchful eyes of the audience. Then after a short beat, he looked angry, rushed over and grabbed my hand, and we collaborated on a difficult flight as a symbol of my being thrown out.
I rolled over on the ground, threw Mike on the ground and shook hands with the baton. I moved down my chest, and my body danced in undulating curves.
The audience off the stage cheered loudly, and Mike and I walked in circles, swapping positions. Then the baton was held in my mouth, and I unzipped the zipper of my jacket, revealing the pale skin on my body under the jacket. That's right, there is no bottoming T-shirt under the jacket.
In order to increase the attractiveness of my clothes that look too obedient, and to avoid being inferior to Mike's sensual police uniform, I took off my coat and showed a lean and graceful upper body. muscles.
With the all-purpose jeans, when the stage lights hit my skin, my eyes suddenly brightened. Following the rhythm of the background music, I threw my coat on the ground not far away.
Although red-haired people in the Middle Ages were always cast aside and killed by people because of various religious legends, such as the so-called escape from hell and dyeing their hair the color of the flames of hell. But in this day and age, there are always people who are fascinated by their pale skin lacking melanin and their flaming ginger hair under the lights.
Mike and I followed the rehearsal order, and you came and went to show your dance skills. Mike, the troupe's signature brand, has almost no dance skills that he can't learn, and he is proficient in everything. And the opening show of the dance fight with his partner, two years later, has become a must-have show for the dance troupe's dance night.
At the end of the nearly ten-minute opening show, as Mike's dance moves ended, I stepped back and fell to the ground as if I were defeated. Then Mike and the male dancers who had been cheering around just now had a few fighting dance moves, and a few artistic lifting moves behind him, allowing them to make a few wonderful leaps.
Finally Mike walked slowly to me, looking down at me proudly, the boots on my hand trying to reach for the baton on the floor. My hands were locked behind him and pulled from the ground. Then he removed the handcuffs from his waist, put them on my hands, and stepped down from the stage with my head down.
"Mike Mike Mike!!!!" After the dance music faded out, the audience who couldn't hold their breath screamed.
"Brian! Brian!!! You're the best!!!" The two of us were called out one after another, followed by a group dance of a few other dancers to close the show.
The deafening screams and excitement of the girls made the whole club boil. The dance show has officially started tonight.
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After two hours of work, I was sweating. Walking out of the hot and busy backstage, the air at night was slightly cool, which quickly cooled my sweat after dancing.
Mike was holding the black suitcase of the stage props, which contained his stage costumes, and I was holding his police cap crookedly with my clothes jacket tucked in the arms.
"The boss recently said that he will give you a salary increase, you know?" Mike's air pressure was a little low. He opened the door and threw the black suitcase back into the back seat of the car. He closed the back door with force, and sat back in the driver's seat to start the car. car.
I shrugged indifferently and stuffed the clothes in my hands into the trunk, took out my regular clothes that I had put on Mike's car, opened the rear door and jumped into the back seat of the car.
"Even so, I can't change my mind. Does he still not know that I'm leaving to go to college? I thought you told him." I bent down and took off the dusty strip that was rolling around on the stage. The jeans and the crooked police cap fell to the ground, I didn't bother to pay attention, and then I took off the only pair of underwear that was wet and uncomfortable with sweat.
Mike's eyes met mine in the rearview mirror, and he smiled at me without embarrassment.
I've been with the Chippendale Dance Company for almost two years, ever since Mike brought me into the fight scene. At that time, the god of fate finally favored me once. I met Mike and successfully qualified for the Chippendale Dance Troupe Dance Show, which saved a lot of time.
I had planned that it would take longer to get the job.
That time, Mike persuaded the owner of the dance company to let me try it out in the name of making me his opponent in the dance fight. And I did not hesitate to seize this opportunity to show all what I have learned over the years.
In the end, my strength and self-recommendation after my resignation impressed the dance troupe boss. Mike, as my partner, started to introduce me to work.
I was a peace of mind intern and Mike really didn't have much to teach, so we ended up being friends. Mike is by far the only friend I've made since becoming Brian Morse.
Mike has been with Chippendale for five years and it's strange to me that no matter how I try, I can't tell from him or even from his mouth what his life was like five years ago. It's as if he just popped out of nowhere.
He can easily grasp the point of a woman's psychology, of course I'm talking about directional, he only seems to know that kind of mature woman. So the content of my chats with him always involves various women. We have a tacit understanding and never talk about our previous life. The meaning of friendship between gentlemen is very in line with my requirements for friends.
"Mike," I put on short sleeves and comfortable cotton pants, and said, "I have already planned to resign with the boss in advance, and I will officially resign in a week."
Mike had already changed his clothes, he started the engine of the car, and the hand that was about to shift was stopped because of my questioning. He paused before saying, "Isn't it a month before school starts? You know Palo Alto is close to San Francisco, and there are a lot of commercial dance companies there. If you need it, I know one of them that is doing well. The boss of the group…”
I wiped the sweat from my forehead, waved my hand and said, "No, I'll consider other ways to make money. It's difficult to work in a dance company to arrange my own time, especially this year, the development of the dance company is getting better and better. We rehearse according to the various requirements of customers, and we have to work overtime often. Although every order is followed, the pay is good. However, I have saved a little of my savings in the past two years, so I don’t consider putting every day into the first year of university. The work schedule is so full.”
Mike glanced at me in the rear-view mirror, as if there were thoughts in his eyes, too fast for me to catch them.
In fact, I have no dissatisfaction with this job, and the reason for my resignation is naturally not because I was admitted to the university. If I really wanted to continue working part-time as a professional dancer, Mike's proposal would work. I have other reasons. But quitting my job because I wanted to focus on my studies was a good excuse, and no one could say I wasn't.
Everything is well planned by me.
The study plan that made me regret in my previous life. I succeeded in getting into Stanford University, a world-renowned psychology university, based on the knowledge that I have already learned once, and I have not forgotten.
Have a smooth saving plan. Now my savings, plus my successful scholarship application from the university, can cover my expenses for the first two years of university.
Dexter observed the experiment, and in some ways it was going well.
Although things were a bit out of my control, Brian's obsession with Dexter left me in a way that prevented me from judging what this younger brother did.
The cage in Dexter's heart was still too fragile. Because of the death of his adoptive mother, he was unable to lock up the bloodthirsty beast again. His first shot was to avenge his adoptive mother.
She doted on him very much, and had a little selfishness, sheriff Harry did not report and expose his adopted son. He even taught Dexter how to hide his traces and how to destroy incriminating evidence.
Sheriff Harry was originally an experienced police officer, and his careful guidance after retirement taught Dexter how to eliminate evidence and blend into the crowd.
Although I don't agree with his decision to give up treatment for Dexter's psychological shadow, I also know that Dexter's heart disease is indeed incurable by Sheriff Harry. The real key was always in Brian's hand.
So, I can only blame myself for being academically poor. Now that my own mental state is in a mess, there's no way I can help Dexter. And I was also selfishly afraid that contacting Dexter in advance would cause the personality of Brian, who had been suppressed by me, to be backfired.
The only thing that gave me some psychological comfort was Harry's presence. The commandments that Sheriff Harry handed over to Dexter added a new shackle to Dexter's inner cage, allowing him to temporarily suppress the terrifying monster back. So I have nothing to worry about until Harry dies.
There was silence in the car, and I stopped thinking and looked out the window. "Are you driving toward where I live?" I asked in surprise when I realized that this road was not the road back to the dance troupe's rehearsal room.
"Yes, it's already that late. I'll return those two suits tomorrow. I'll take you home first." Mike waved his hand back while staring at the road.