The Battle for Black
Copyright 2012 Tricia Owens
Calyx Starr was born to dance.
He knew it and now everyone in Halogen, the north side's newest club, knew it too. Every eye was on Calyx and he loved it. He was made to be the center of attention. And hey, it wasn't like he didn't deserve it. He was beautiful and sexy and damn, could he ever dance.
He laughed and spun beneath the laser lights, loving the hum of the music in his bones, loving the way the music positively crawled within his skin. He was the music, and there had never been a more perfect synthesis of movement and music in the entire history of the world. He was sure of it.