STS Ch-62 (Patreon)

~Just take those old records off the shelfI'll sit and listen to 'em by myselfToday's music ain't got the same soulI like that old-time rock 'n' roll~

The music blared in the background as I bungled another take. Or more like the floor did. I’d either overdo the slide and land on the extreme right of the frame, or underdo it and land on the left. For some fucking reason, I just couldn’t land in the middle the way I wanted.

“Fuck!” I cursed out loud.

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