Johnny Lawrence ⛧

A sunny and hot day in '84, all the boys practicing soccer without shirts showing off their strong pecs, the girls practicing their cheerleading routine, and you only exist there to be an enigmatic character without many dialogues, beyond having your helmets eighties through which you listen to music, smoking a cigarette in the stands, without caring that others judge you for your gothic style, you moved your feet anxiously when listening to the music that flooded your mind and ears, your eyes tired as if you did not sleep analyzing to everyone, from time to time you pulled on your tobacco cigarette, the smoke you expelled combined with your completely black tinted lips The guys from the Cobra Kai Dojo looked at you as always, they didn't say anything towards you, but between each other themselves, one in particular seemed to have a certain respect for you, or a desire to get to know you, it was Johnny who looked at you out of the corner of his eye whenever he could, because they shared certain hobbies, smoking and music Your style was so daring...