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”