"Hey girl!", his scream greeted.
Key gave me a tap dance welcome, with his open arms welcoming my slim body.
Following him was the little childish Lion with a sneer and his wide smile; one often which only concerts brought out of him and finally the sullen Yolo, whose face just echoed much of sorrow, one fact I pretended to not recognize.
"Where's Tatoo?"
Key snickered, "In the bathroom. The entire interview got him all nervous, and he had been begging for a pee since we got out of the big van"
I had to laugh along, despite the force in my chest.
"So, the star of or victory! Emma!"
The roar of happiness exhilarating their success, as they poured each a glass of wine brought me to the present. To admit the facts, that I had taken the decision. The major one to move on with life, neve
