Carla's Dance
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 13
by
copier
· original author:
doomed
Phil and John eagerly nodded. "Let's see it!"
Carla popped a tape into her stereo and pressed the play button. She then stood still and waited for the music to begin.
A spicy, samba tune played from the tape. Phil and John watched as Carla moved to the tropical melody. Her dancing was beautiful and her movements were elegant. It was enough to get Phil and John to start shaking to the beat.
"Ole!" Phil shouted as the samba beat went faster and faster. Carla laughed, happy to see that her friends enjoyed the music. After nearly twenty minutes of non-stop dance, Carla switched off the stereo and plopped down on the bed, which sent Phil and John bouncing in opposite directions.
"Sorry, again," Carla smiled. She then shifted around until she was lying flat on her back. "Gee, I'm just sooo tired. It has really been an exciting day," Carla was breathing hard and some sweat dripped from her forehead. "I really need to take a rest right now," Carla said as she reached for a remote and turned on the tv.
"Here, you guys watch what you want," She then placed the remote control by her feet. Phil and John moved forward and took a seat between her toes. They watched some cartoons until it was interupted by a commercial. "Let me pick something, please," John pleaded as he hopped on the remote. "Amanda never let me watch what I wanted."
Using all his weight, John managed to click one of the buttons after about three minutes of trying. "Need some help down there?" Phil asked as he watched John struggle.
Suddenly, a loud noise shook the room. Phil and John turned to see that Carla, tired from the dancing, had fallen asleep and was snoring.
"We better wake her before we go deaf," John suggested.
Phil smiled. "Or we can explore the rest of Carla's house."
Carla popped a tape into her stereo and pressed the play button. She then stood still and waited for the music to begin.
A spicy, samba tune played from the tape. Phil and John watched as Carla moved to the tropical melody. Her dancing was beautiful and her movements were elegant. It was enough to get Phil and John to start shaking to the beat.
"Ole!" Phil shouted as the samba beat went faster and faster. Carla laughed, happy to see that her friends enjoyed the music. After nearly twenty minutes of non-stop dance, Carla switched off the stereo and plopped down on the bed, which sent Phil and John bouncing in opposite directions.
"Sorry, again," Carla smiled. She then shifted around until she was lying flat on her back. "Gee, I'm just sooo tired. It has really been an exciting day," Carla was breathing hard and some sweat dripped from her forehead. "I really need to take a rest right now," Carla said as she reached for a remote and turned on the tv.
"Here, you guys watch what you want," She then placed the remote control by her feet. Phil and John moved forward and took a seat between her toes. They watched some cartoons until it was interupted by a commercial. "Let me pick something, please," John pleaded as he hopped on the remote. "Amanda never let me watch what I wanted."
Using all his weight, John managed to click one of the buttons after about three minutes of trying. "Need some help down there?" Phil asked as he watched John struggle.
Suddenly, a loud noise shook the room. Phil and John turned to see that Carla, tired from the dancing, had fallen asleep and was snoring.
"We better wake her before we go deaf," John suggested.
Phil smiled. "Or we can explore the rest of Carla's house."
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