Zazuka Getathorn
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Zazuka had neglected the rain all sesson because of all her classes. She realized that she probobly shouldn't have signed up for so many electives but she wanted know everything she could. She put down her books for once and walked out to the lake. A storm was brewing. Zazuka wanted to be front row center for it. She even took a step out of her comfert zone and put one a thin baby blue sundress. Her feet where bare as where her arms. Everything was at the mercy of the storm.
The first few drops started to fall and Zazuka took a spin ready for all of it to come down on her head. She programed her magical music device to play 'Orinoco Flow' while she splashed her feet in the shallows of the lake. She sang along her voice getting drowned by the rapedly falling drops. She lifted her hands high to reseve the storm with open arms.
"Let me sail, let me sail, let the Orinoco flow,
Let me reach, let me beach on the shores of Tripoli.
Let me sail, let me sail, let me crash upon your shore,
Let me reach, let me beach far beyond the Yellow Sea.
From Bissau to Palau - in the shade of Avalon,
From Fiji to Tiree and the Isles of Ebony,
From Peru to Cebu hear the power of Babylon,
From Bali to Cali - far beneath the Coral Sea.
From the North to the South, Ebudae into Khartoum,
From the deep sea of Clouds to the island of the moon,
Carry me on the waves to the lands I've never been,
Carry me on the waves to the lands I've never seen.
We can sail, we can sail... (With the Orinoco flow)
We can sail, we can sail... (sail away, sail away)
We can steer, we can near with Rob ****ins at the wheel,
We can sigh, say goodbye Ross and his dependencies"
It got to the point where she didn't care if anyone saw her. Really she wouldn't be able to see them. She had put her glasses in her bag so they wouldn't get wet. The piruets she was pulling off made water from the lake splash all around her. Finally she laughed like a small child. This was one of the first times that she had allowed only her body her move and not her mind. Her mind was consetrating on the music and letting it ingufe her completly.
The first few drops started to fall and Zazuka took a spin ready for all of it to come down on her head. She programed her magical music device to play 'Orinoco Flow' while she splashed her feet in the shallows of the lake. She sang along her voice getting drowned by the rapedly falling drops. She lifted her hands high to reseve the storm with open arms.
"Let me sail, let me sail, let the Orinoco flow,
Let me reach, let me beach on the shores of Tripoli.
Let me sail, let me sail, let me crash upon your shore,
Let me reach, let me beach far beyond the Yellow Sea.
From Bissau to Palau - in the shade of Avalon,
From Fiji to Tiree and the Isles of Ebony,
From Peru to Cebu hear the power of Babylon,
From Bali to Cali - far beneath the Coral Sea.
From the North to the South, Ebudae into Khartoum,
From the deep sea of Clouds to the island of the moon,
Carry me on the waves to the lands I've never been,
Carry me on the waves to the lands I've never seen.
We can sail, we can sail... (With the Orinoco flow)
We can sail, we can sail... (sail away, sail away)
We can steer, we can near with Rob ****ins at the wheel,
We can sigh, say goodbye Ross and his dependencies"
It got to the point where she didn't care if anyone saw her. Really she wouldn't be able to see them. She had put her glasses in her bag so they wouldn't get wet. The piruets she was pulling off made water from the lake splash all around her. Finally she laughed like a small child. This was one of the first times that she had allowed only her body her move and not her mind. Her mind was consetrating on the music and letting it ingufe her completly.