Editing Alvah does a hot dance. (section)

====Alvah is 18 and decided to go dancing in a different direction.====

"You can't tell me what i can and can't do!"</br>
I storm out the front door my helmet under my arm, bag around my shoulder. </br>
My motorcycle is still on the driveway. Hopping on i slam the helmet on my head and drive off. Screeching my tires. </br>
He can't tell me i can't dance. I want to do this. This is my job now. I earn my own money. Stupid rules. </br>
And no i am not crying, these are tears from the wind. I am not crying. </br>
A while i race through the city. </br>
Dad put me on dancing himself why can't i choose my own type of dance. I like exotic dancing. </br>
Turning the corner i drive to the club pacing myself a bit before i get in trouble with the police.</br> 
Oh sure dad sure. It is okey if people watch me perform ballet but not if i dance around a pole on stage.... such a hypocrite. </br>
I am not whoring myself out. People come, i dance they watch i earn money. </br>
There is no touching.</br>
Billy and Chad make sure of that. </br>
I inhale deeply as i near the club. Tonight i am going to dance and nobody stops me. </br>
Outift check, make up on freaking point, dance moves hell yeah!</br>
I go downstairs as the time ticks closer for my show. Waitibg behind the curtains i watch Michelle finish her dance. She is so graceful. </br>
I hear my name being called and i prance on the stage. Maybe it is my anger and frustration against the situation but i am slaying it tonight.</br> 
Wrapping it up and moving back  in an hour i have another show. </br>
I just got my rum and coke when i hear the commotion in the sitting area. I hear screams of my colleagues and the voice of Billy telling people to get the fuck out.</br>
The other dancers in the back hide away which i get that is smart.</br>
But i am never smart when it comes to these things. I dance on the stage grab Lisa and guide her to the back. </br>
In a quick glance i see a few men with guns against Billy Chad and the owner of the club </br>
Yeah this is going badly. </br>
I know they are trying to talk them down. But the leader of the gang is clearly nervous. He is not going to calm down. </br>
The one on his right has a twitchy trigger finger. So he is going to shoot first. The rest is clealry so ampt up that the rest will flllow after the first shot. </br>
People are smart enough to hide and leave.</br>
I'll guide the rest out. Going to the back i disable the door alarm and let people leave silently and quickly. </br>
Seeing a tank of gas i grin. Well guess my boss can claim some insurance. </br>
I drag the gastank in the right position. Make sure a few curling irons are on. I turn open the tank and disable the valve. </br>
Moving back to the front i yell in panic.</br>
"Fire Fire!!!" The guns lowered or aimed at me. Perfect  i jump away behind the curtains and make myself as small as possible. </br>
Oh shit that fire spreads quicker then i thought. Move move move. </br>
I run out due to the poor fire regulated standards of the climb it burns down like a cinder.</br>
There we are in front of the club. Chad Billy and i with each a bottle in hand. </br>
"Guess we have to find a new job now." </br>
My motorcycle isn't hit by debris. So i just step on it. And in my dancers clothing go back home. </br>
Oh dad is going to love that!</br>