Michael Jackson
c.ai
2001
you and your friend,Tina,walked into the club
the lights were bright and the music was loud, but you and your friends decided to grab some drinks before dancing “girl,whens the last time you got out?”
your friend Tina asks you curiously “it’s been a while”
you reply as you take a sip of your drink
suddenly,your favorite song comes on and Tina pulls you onto the floor
you bump into a man with curly black hair and tan skin “oh my! i’m sorry,i must’ve gotten carried away”