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Post by Erica Daniels on Mar 22, 2008 21:15:12 GMT 1
She had things to buy for an upcoming performance, that would be why she was here at the moment. There were little dresses, and other things to try on. She currently had on a short, skimpy blue number and matching pumps. She was spinning in a circle to see how it would work with her form, with what she had to dance to.
Her boyfriend at the moment was busy with his music teacher. God she hated the man. He was such a bore, always working her Jared more then she worked at dancing, and there was something strange about the way he looked at him. Like he wanted him or something. She sighed and slid into a skimpy little black number, admiring herself in the mirror.
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Tyson Tanner
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Post by Tyson Tanner on Mar 22, 2008 22:36:27 GMT 1
There was no particular reason why Tyson walked into the dance shop, other than that he was in need of a few new wristbands and shirts. There was just a limited amount of time you could wear the same shirt or wristband while break dancing before it would rip or something similar. Besides, some new stuff was always good. The only thing was that shopping was not something he really enjoyed doing. So usually he would only go when he really, really needed to.
With his hands tugged in his baggy jeans –who were hanging low on his hips- Tyson disappeared between shelves of shirts. He himself wore a black short sleeved t-shirt, showing of the tribal tattoo on his left upper arm, with a dark blue wristband and a grey hat that was pulled over his hair.
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