525,000 journey's to plan.
525,600 minutes, how do you measure the life of a woman or a man?
"Wow, she's incredible." Lucas revealed his dimples, he was just thinking outloud and not expecting a response but Topanga held his arm.
"Yeah, she is."
In bridges he burned?
Or the way that she died?
"Shoot!" Hillary exclaimed in hushed tones.
"What?" The quarterback mumbled.
"She messed up her footing there. I doubt the judges noticed though but still." The coach exhaled, puffing out her cheeks. "High, low, YES!" She started clapping.
Remember the love. Oh, you've got to, you've got to remember the love.
Remember the love. Oh, you know that love is a gift from above.
Remember the love. Share love, give love, spread love.
The brunette sunk to the ground, she seemed more upset today than the routine yesterday. The song ended, and just like the day before there was silence, besides a few coughs and the dancer crying it was quiet. Her family started to clap while the meadow eyed man ran to his love on the floor. "You're done baby, come on." Riley smiled, that was the first time he called her 'baby'. They walked off the hardwood hand in hand, she didn't stop to look at Auggie this time, she pictured him the entire time while dancing and because of the tears and the fact she couldn't see where she was going, Riley was disappointed with her routine.
"Riley! You did awesome!" Hillary hugged her and pulled away clutching her face. "No, you did awesome do not do that!" Her brown eyes traced the floor, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone. "I saw you messed up on your footing but that was it."
"Yeah." Maya reiterated. "That was better than yesterday's, I thought."
"My double axle was sloppy, I stayed on my heel when I did my last aleseconde and I couldn't even see where I was going half the time." Josh passed her a jacket and the group stood in silence.
"Baby you did amazing. Don't doubt yourself." Lucas smiled and kissed her head.
"UP NEXT IS BRITNEY FREDRICK FROM CARTER'S DANCE FACTORY IN FLORIDA!"
"I've gotta watch this." The dancer stood at the end of the tunnel with her arms crossed, and the quarterback wrapped his big arms around her, hugging the dancer from behind.
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Joolene.
Oh i'm begging of you please don't take my man.
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Joolene.
Please don't take him even though you can.
Your beauty is beyond compare.
With flaming locks of auburn hair, with ivory skin and eyes of emerald green.
Your smile is like a breath of spring, your skin is soft like summer rain.
And I cannot compete with you Jolene.
"Oh God." Her head landed in her hands. Lucas started massaging her shoulders.
"Riley don't. Her movements are sloppy, her technique is there but she isn't as clean." Hillary placed her hand on the brunette's hand.
"So was mine." The dancer mumbled.
And I could easily understand how you could easily take my man.
But you don't know what he means to me Jolene.
And he talks about you in his sleep, there's nothing I can do to keep from crying.
When he calls your name Jolene.
"Baby you are so much better than her. I promise." His lips touched her temple.
"You keep calling me baby." A small smile approached her face.
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Riley Matthews, a 3 time National Champion in the Solo Division is fighting to make it a 4th. However, tragedy strikes the Matthews family. Can her new found friend Lucas Friar, and her old friends help keep her on track? Beautiful cover by @jexicas...