by seashell. » Sun Jul 15, 2012 3:37 pm
as the beginning of the song blared, the front row dancer's cars propped up on the wheels. ((i don't know what they are called exactly, but they were in the video. you know, the cars lift up from the bars above the wheels.))
moves flowed from Avalon like nobody's business. when she danced, she felt in a perfect world. a world where everybody's pounding heart matched the beat. where all dancers moved with perfect grace and timing. it was where she belonged.
zayn sat on the tour bus and glanced out the window. "look!" he told the guys, pointing to the dance group performing on their cars. "wow..." he trailed off, his gaze fixed on Spencer.