Larry Bourgeois and I are best friends. We met two years ago at a dance competition. We battled against one another.He had defended me badly but I brushed it off.No pain no gain I say.
As i was leaving heading to my car he called me a little shorty because compared to him I look like a middle schooler .In return I called him a walking giant .Whuch lend to a huge agurement. we knew we would be friends for a very long time ever since that day. He visits me whenever he comes to America which is quite often ever since he has became a backup dancer for the one and only Beyonce Knowles.
Recently I have been invited to a competition in France for my growing popularity in the US . Since France was Larry's hometown I decided to hop on the first plane there.We would always tell each other how much we missed one another when he was away .Since touring Is over I think this will be a great surprise and hopefully he can go to the Dance Royale that I have also been invited to.
-after plane ride
Once I reached his house there was a mysterious vibe .Goosebumps ran up my arms and chills down my back as I stepped onto the grass leading to the house .A bad feeling grew bigger in the pitcof my stomach as I walked to the door.My hands shook the closer it got to the doorbell .maybe I shouldnt .doubts filled my head but * ding dong* my finger clicked the button .There is no turning back now.
A loud noise came within the house.It made me jump."Qu'est-ce? (Who is it?)"
"Um I dont speakie frenchie"
"Liyah?"
"Who else "
The door open wide in he pulled me in hugging me tight.
" what are you doing here?" he lets go and steps back
" well there's a competition here in France and I thought of you and Here I am!" a smile is looking at his features
" where are you staying?"he asked
" well....... Hopefully .....if you can.... here" i strached the back of my neck and stared at my feet I probably should have asked him first in retrospect
" sure but promise me* he grabs my hand* promise me you won't leave your room after 11 o'clock "
"okay ....I promise"
Still holding my hand he lets me inside and revealed his beautiful home whichs look like no other he told me about the history of everything showing me most of the house I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched which is probably normal since he has so many portraits. right?
