The art of impro
Am I ever going to see your face again? No way…
Jim's first High School social was an event. He could hear the bass thumping through the double doors to Robert Palmer's Addicted to Love. He looked at the other kids. Awkward. Not everyone had dressed up.
Pimples, braces and chicken white legs…hello ladies…
Bec had left him to hang out with his own loser friends while she caught up with her besties. Wannabe ‘A’ crowders.
Jim was unsure what to expect as he lined up with the other teens to enter the disco. The disco where people snuck off and pashed, head banged and rocked out.
The theme was a dress up. Come as something starting with the letter C. Dreamt up by some C reative soul. There were C ool kids, C aptains, C reatures… and Jim. C ave man. Two old C a
