Why care? Why me? (editing and adding more)

Lessons

Vicki pov

As I woke up, breakfast was in front of me. Alex probably left it, probably because Russell was still sleeping. Poor Russell I've been leaving him to hang out by him self, he is like me. He loves to dance, but Alex is a good musician and can sing. Well so can I.

"That's it." I muttered under my breath.

"That's what." both Russell and Alex said at the same time.

I carefully put my breakfast on the table, witch made me already full.

"That's what." Russell repeated and I stood up.

"Well Russell. Me and you are the same, we both dance, but Alex is a musician also he can sing. Well so can I. So if we combine, both two. We would be a musical dance group." I told them.

"That's actually a good idea." Alex stood their with his towel on.

"Thanks, but you better get dressed." I looked  at him.

"Ye, your right." he looked down at himself.

After 30 minutes we all were dressed and Alex got his guitar. When we got to the room with the big mirrors and windows. Me and Russell started to do random dance moves, Alex just thought of the beat and started to play on his guitar.

It actually sounded good. The music was time within are dance moves, he Alex started to sing.

Song:

Shorty get down, good Lord. Baby got 'em open all over town. Strictly biz she don't play around. Cover much ground, got game by the pound.

Gettin' paid is her forte. Each and every day, true player way. I can't get her outta my mind (say what?!) I think about the girl all the time (well, well)

East side to the west side. Push your phat rides ain't no surprise. She got tricks in the stash. Stacking up the cash quick when it comes to the gas.

By no means average It's obvious when she's got to have it. Baby you're a perfect ten, I wanna get in. Let me come in so I can win.

I like the way you work it. No diggity, I got to bag it, bag it up now. I like the way you work it. No diggity, I got to bag it up. I like the way you work it. No diggity, I got to bag it, bag it up now. I like the way you work it. No diggity, I got to bag it up.

She's got class and style. And balance by the pound. Shorty never act wild. Very low key on the profile.

Catching feelings is a no. Let me tell you how it goes. Curve's the word, spin's the verb. Lovers it curves so freak what you heard.

Rollin' with the phatness. You never quiet know what the half is. You gotta pay to play. Just for shorty bang-bang to look your way.

I like the way you work it. Top notch, trump tight, everyday. You're blowing my mind, baby in time. Maybe I can get you in my rideI like the way you work it.

No diggity, I got to bag it, bag it up now. I like the way you work it. No diggity, I got to bag it up. I like the way you work it. No diggity, I got to bag it up, bag it up now. I like the way you work it. No diggity, I got to bag it up.

Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo. Damn that girl looks good. Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo. Play on, play on, play on. Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo. Damn that girl looks good. Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo. No, no.

'Cause I'm gonna pop some tags. Only got twenty dollars in my pocket. I- I- I'm hunting looking for a come-up. This is freaking awesome.

Now, now I'm gonna pop some tags. Only got twenty dollars in my pocket. I- I- I'm hunting looking for a come-up. This is freaking awesome.

Now, now I'm gonna pop some tags (I like the way you work it). No diggity, I got to bag it up (bag it up now). I'm gonna pop some tags (I like the way you work it). No diggity, I got to bag it up. Now I'm gonna pop some tags (I like the way you work it). No diggity, I got to bag it up (bag it up now). I'm gonna pop some tags (I like the way you work it). No diggity, I got to bag it up.

When he finished singing we clapped. He has a very sweet, silky and dreamy voice. It's perfect for dancing.

"That's sweet." I ran up to him and he gave me a hug.

"Thanks." he said.

"Lad that was sick." Russell said to Alex.

I can see in Russell eyes that he was jealous of Alex, it's probably because the way I act around him. Poor Russell.

After 6 hours of doing different type of songs, beats and dance moves. We went back to are dorm. I got out my notebook and started writing the song what Alex sang first, No Diggity and Thrift Shop.

After 30 minutes past I went to the bathroom, to take a bath. When I got out of the bathroom and got dressed into my pyjamas. My hair was dripping wet, so I took a big hair pine and put it in my wet, messy bun.

I slowly walked to my bed and sat down on it. Alex and Russell were still talking a bout what song to dance to and make the beat different. I  walked up to Russell's bed and sat in the middle of them both, with my back facing the wall.

They just looked at me, like I was a ghost. I just looked at them both.

"No Diggity and thrift shop, will be a good song to dance to or maybe  a thousand years." I told them.

"No Diggity sounds good." they birth said.