Though the club opened at eight o'clock, we arrive half an hour later. A line of people waiting to enter the club stretches far along the side of the building. The cheer and screams are almost deafening once we exit the taxi. Angelo smiles and waves as they call over to him. I turn my confounded expression towards Alice and ask, “Are we at some rock concert? They're going wild over him.” She chuckles. “Angelo's famous, what more can I say?” Angelo slips his hand inside mine as he leads us through the front doors, greeting the two bouncers, dressed in black suits as we pass by. They appear friendly enough, but I'm told they have a viscous temper when provoked. Once inside, I find the club almost unrecognisable. Two blonde twin girls sit in …show more content…
I ignore Alice's glare that she focuses on me, or possibly Angelo. Instead, I turn my face to rest my cheek against Angelo's shoulder, and inhale his intoxicating scent, becoming drunk from it. A kaleidoscope of butterflies invades my stomach the moment he turns his face towards mine, our noses touching. I gaze through my lashes, straight into the ocean pools, where I become lost to the world, as I allow myself to become enthralled by his magic. He brushes his lips against my ear, caressing the softness of my skin while his hot breath flows down my neck. “Frankie will introduce you soon. Are you going to sing that song for me again?” My heart flutters around my chest like a hummingbird; my breath becomes heavy, making me dizzy almost; my eyes flutter closed as I lose myself in this moment with Angelo, no longer caring that I've become part of the majority, one of Angelo's long list of …show more content…
Sweat forms in my palms. However, I'm smart enough to not wipe them on my dress this time. Instead, I massage my hands together, allowing my skin to absorb the excess moisture. All too soon, I'm beside Frankie; though I gaze at him, I continue focusing on my breathing to calm my jittering nerves. The spotlight's glare hides the crowd from my view, helping to calm myself a little easier. Frankie gives me a wink before exiting the stage, my cue to begin. As I clutch hold of the microphone, I sweep my eyes across the room until they find Alice, who tucked herself in the corner of the sofa, beside Angelo, to face me. No longer is she's angry or glaring at me. In fact, she's smiling, giggling, cheering me on with silent gestures. She holds my gaze as I sing, delivering her strength to help me through the
After having a tense conversation with Zadie, her eyes cutting me like bread, and her hair itself could be a pack of cigarettes from the harsh smell coming from it. Finally Dylan bounded around the corner from the long hallway. I could see the tension in the air, that’s how much there was, and Amelia was showing it too. “My heart skipped, thinking she was talking to me. But she turned to Zadie instead.”
Now that Alex’s [so far lifelong] disease has been cured, he is playing out side. Some of the boys his age were playing with some round object that Alex had never seen. He went to go sit near a tree, when he sat down he found one near him. He reached over to pick it up. Being the observer he is he wrote down in his, observation note book, some facts.
“Is she?” Penhall asked softly. The genuine concern inflected in his friend’s voice completely caught Tom off guard, and he could feel himself losing control. Choking back a sob, he turned and stumbled toward the door, but before he made it halfway across the room, two muscular arms wrapped him in a tight embrace. He immediately struggled against the unexpected contact, but Penhall held him firm, and eventually he gave up the fight.
Anita & Me. Sunday 8th September 2009 Have you ever questioned your sexuality? Have you every felt different to the rest? My name is Abigail Sophia Peterson I like to be called Abz for short, I think it sounds cooler then Abigail, Abigail sounds like a stuck up bird from Solihull, when really I’m just your average Abz from Oldbury lol.
“Nick, this is Thomas.” Daisy tone shifted and a hesitation was present in her voice before she introduced him. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Thomas.” He had a recognizable face. I pondered to myself where had I seen him before.
In her essays, Elena Passarello explores how the voice can be able to define human beings, refine them, as well as its ability to connect people to each other. Also, it is a masterpiece that easily explains and breaks down the relationship between a song and a birdsong. Elena is inspired by her acting background to writing the book and collection of essays which result in a nice blend of personal narration and reportage. Elena carefully sets to find out what is the true feeling of making an utterance and what it really means to study the concept of human vocalization.
This’ll be interesting”, Circe smirked. She hummed a soft tune as she reached for the gate. The gates screeched open and Circe welcomed the visitors with a forced smile. “Please come in, you gentlemen must be very exhausted from your journey. I’m about to have supper, join me”, Circe
While her eyes were still closed he cupped his hands around the back of her neck, and gradually rubbed his thumb under her right ear. She suddenly broke out into a smile and quickly turned to look over her shoulder. Liam stepped up to her side and watched her as her smile suddenly
“Why thank you Rooster, I appreciate such a kind hearted welcome!” Rooster smiles and nods ask he begins to walk off the stage. “How y’all doin’ tonight?” asks Dolly. The whole restaurant cheered back. “Usually I don’t play restaurant gigs,” starts Dolly, “but I heard my good friend Miss Halle was a local here, and I just couldn’t miss her!”
impatiently waiting on the tour guide to speak to our group. “Girls you are dismissed, have fun”, She said. I ran into the place and saw a bunch of amazing
Just as we began to dance, someone pecked Bobby on the shoulder and asked if he could cut in. I looked up into those gorgeous eyes I had known from the night of the dinner; It was Frank. Here he was asking to cut in and dance with me. My mouth felt dry and as he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him,
Alfred says as he pulls you close to his chest. He begins to rub circles in your back, calming you down. ' 'I 'm going to grab some flashlights and candles, I 'll be right back, okay? ' ' he says as he stands up slowly. You nod your head and watch as he walks away.
Emily shows this relief start to take over Dawn by letting her shoulders drop a little and relaxing her posture instead of standing so rigidly.
I’m Helen Robinson, Tom Robinson’s wife. There was a timeframe in the book just after Tom was killed, before Helen could find a secure way to earn money for her family; it was a very unstable time for her and her children. Although Helen is portrayed as meek and kindhearted, much like Tom, the overwhelming sadness and pressure may have caused her to break down emotionally, or feel some emotions of vengeance towards a majority of the white community; especially the Ewells. In the novel, the black church provides her with funding and support while Tom is in court.
Suddenly, it all began rushing back, the rain outside the window, the noise in the background, the girl I had seen a year and a half ago—it all rushed back to me. “Oh my god… it’s you” I stammered. I know you too. “Yeah, that’s me…” she responded. I replied with an apology: “I’m really sorry I don’t what came over me, I’m very happy to see you again, if I’m being quite honest”.