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I paid my duds,
time after time,
I’ve done my sentence,
but committed no crime,
And bad mistakes,
I made a few,
I’ve had my share and tears in my face,
but I come through
And it goes on, and on, and on!
We are the champion,
my friends
And we’ll keep on fighting till the end,
We are the champions,
we are the champion
No time for losers,
cus we are the champions,
of the world
Magnus stood next to his friend Catrina, at the back of he room, wishing he was up there on stage next to the Cruz siblings and their gang. He envied them, they did whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted and however they wanted, and NOBODY would tell them anything, on the contrary, they were respected and admired. Speaking of admiring, Magnus particularly admired Murphy Cruz de la Vega. He was openly gay, captain of the swimming, shooting, martial arts and glee club, which by the way was more of a band than a club, and he won prom king. Which you would think isn’t really a big deal, thing is, he won prom king at Magnus’s school (Jackson Maurice High) and he didn’t even go to his school! Their band was requested to play at prom and they were being paid over a 100 bucks…each!
He would die for that kind of easy money. How hard can it be to dance and sing at the same time? Maybe a little, but he had been a walking carrot for 6 hours and he hadn’t even been paid half of what one of them was being paid for “dancing”.
What was so goddamn special about them…apart from being steaming hot sophomores with amazing talents, expensive cars and a 4 story “loft” in Chelsea, fine, they were pretty sensational. However that was their life and he wasn’t living it, he wasn’t like them, fearless and utterly cool. Magnus was just a skinny kid with a big dream and no parents.
No parents? Well, yeah, he found out he was bisexual and tried telling his mother, which didn’t turn out well, rather in a catastrophe. So now he just went from house to house, whoever would take him in. Right now, he lived with the “Ramones”an old Spanish couple who hated him but had to take him otherwise Mr. Ramon went to jail. For raping a panda, seriously, a panda?!
Magnus wished he wasn’t so shy, so maybe he could gather enough courage to get up and thank Murphy for saving his ass earlier that week.
30 minutes, 4 tries to talk to Murphy and half a beer later Magnus was putting one foot infant of the other towards the dance floor and the boy he silently admired and maybe, just maybe, had a crush on. After all, blue eyes and black hair were his favorite combination.