“Daym son, where dya find dis?” Hell slapped Vanya’s butt, making her scream.
I cracked up. “That... was... so bad.”
Our street performance was a blast. I was so pumped up. My dance was well received, there was enough audience and they applauded really well.
But Hell, Vanya, Jing, Liam and Manu did a piece on domestic a***e and stole the lime light. Everyone was in tears, including me. I saw a man clutching his sleeping child watching this dance s***h drama and crying soundlessly.
It was touching.
The dance was about a family where domestic a***e was a normal thing and a child growing up in that family finally fell in the hands of a paedophile when she searched for attention, love and care outside her home. It was tragic, magnificent, haunting, there were no enough words.
I hated
