Kara was p u m p e d for fight night. A whole night dedicated to nonstop action and blood, sweat, and were was her type of scene. So what, she hadn’t won anything so far in town against another were, that was fine. She was here for the fun of it all and the energy was practically buzzing every time she’d entered those doors.
Even on the way there, in Wallace’s car, she felt it, unable to stop smiling, thumping her foot to the beat of the radio, hands making drumming motions as they made conversation. It was when they were getting really close that a Shakira song came on and all attention narrowed in on it. Mimicking a mic, Kara instantly was at karaoke, Wallace’s car, the stage, her reluctant going friend, the audience.
As they neared the parking lot, Kara was at the chorus and was looking to Wallace, nudging his shoulder with her hand.
“C’mon, you know this,” she pleaded, looking towards him and then, here came the line. ”I’m on tonight, YOU KNOW MY HIPS DON’T LIE!” The mic was then leaned his way.