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Dance Until the Last Minute On the dark streets of London, the rain poured down, the night silent. But in this time of peace walked a decently young man. His name, Arthur Kirkland. His heels clicked across the sidewalk like tap shoes on the dance floor. Tonight would be his final show. His heart beated to the steady rhythm of his footsteps, his face stonic and calm. Tonight would be the night. As he walked he remembered every face, every action, every word. But he knew it was all going to end. The second he danced, they would be in awe. No more jokes, no more doubts, insults, looks, no anything. He spun around on the path once, a small hopeful smile on his faDance Until the Last Minute by ~ivanbraginskiplz