To My Sweet Dancer - Bog

I'm Tara, and I'd just like to introduce myself. I have been performing for eight years and am now eighteen years old. I dance when I'm upset, furious, or just want to get away from this world. To be honest, I can't. I like to smoke a couple joints and then have a drink when I go out spinning or hang out at my dad's clubhouse. My father is the president of the Wild Rider MC. My family consists of four elder brothers. I'm the only woman here. I usually stay in my room when they host parties. I'll be pleased when my tiny house is finished. If that's the case, I'll simply go hide in the back. When I got to the gym, I secured my bike and walked over. My dance studio is located to the left. I didn't notice the biker following me. Even while I danced, I was unaware that nearly half of the boys on the opposite end were staring at me. When I turned around after turning off the music, I noticed that it was all men. "Please accept my apologies. You've possessed some serious dance talents. There will be a lucky person who will get to dance with u one day." "That is unlikely to happen. I'm 18 years old and have never been in a relationship. Countless times. In high school, no one ever invited me to the prom. As a result, I doubt I'll ever learn to dance in this manner with a partner." If we had met while we both were in high school, I would have taken her out on a date. If she asked, I'd invite her to dance. I was compelled to take dance courses from the age of 10 until I graduated from high school. As a working partnership, we could complement each other in a variety of ways.