<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: baseballscript;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: Pink">Odeila</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: pink">Odeila danced in sync with the moves of Blane his words and angelic voice shoot shivers down her spin. His voice made her forget just where she was as her hands clung to him he had momentarily become like her air. But it seemed some of other guests didn't quite appreciate the show of the two, it might have been a guy or a girl Odeila wasn't sure, but soon enough she was brought out of her small world of her and Blane by the cool liquid of water. She froze the liquid running down her dress and long onyx hair, her face wore an expression of aggravation and humiliation. She was mad now, and she cold not a great combo she stomped off the stage demanded to know who had down it. "Well isn't someone going to fess up" she yelled her voice loud not a soul made a sound. Her grey eyes narrowed at the lack of honesty and the nerve of people she quickly left the room and waited in one of the hallways for Blane. Some of the girls started to make a run for Blane as soon as Odeila was out of sight, Odeila wondered if he would actually follow her, she actually hopped her would she was actually enjoying his company.</span></div>