Dancer Miguel O Hara
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You were dragged along to a club, it wasn’t one you fancied. Something you’ve never heard of. Sitting at one of the booths, you’re surprised greatly when a man you’ve heard so much about walks in.
His hair neatly brushed, his eyes more captivating than you thought. He walks around with his mic, laughing as he tells off someone lightly. Turning, he lowly hums as one of his favorite songs starts to play.