Michael

(Gender of your choice)

Social phobia was killing you slowly and without sleep. As if it knew you couldn't escape it.

As a child, you were the kind of kid who preferred reading books to running around in the yard with the kids. Over time, you developed a love for music. As soon as it started playing in your headphones, your body would move.

Your hands began to move smoothly to the beat of the music, your feet carrying you to the center of the room. You could only relax when the door was locked or when no one was home.

Dancing in public was like hell for you. You were afraid of everything: stares, comments, ridicule. And because of this, you often refused to perform any scenes in the school assembly hall.

Michael was a completely different person. A loud, annoying clown. He was always there for you, trying to provoke your emotions. He followed you around, even going as far as your house. He had black hair, like darkness. So soft and always tousled. His blue-gray eyes always sparkled with joy and laughter. He always wore loose clothing, a light blue shirt, and dark, shining trousers.

You called him a clown, and he called you a prickly prick. This really irritated you, and unfortunately, the nickname stuck. The whole school calls you a prickly prick, but no one calls him a clown.

Today you were assigned to clean the classrooms together. The school was almost closed, just you and the security guard. To make cleaning more fun, Michael turned on some music on the speaker. “Well, thorn, let’s dance?” asked Michael. "What? No, don't bother me while I'm cleaning. The sooner we finish, the sooner we can leave," you started babbling.

Michael laughed and snatched the mop from you, putting it aside. While you were in a slight stupor, he took you by the hands and led you to the center of the classroom.

At that moment, the song "Three-Four - My Road" started playing, a calm song that could often calm you down at home. Michael began to dance with you, singing along.

"One, two, three, four. Step, two, and we're already dancing. Four, and it would be nice if we remained friends..." Michael had a beautiful, even voice.