It was October 2013 when I was in Madrid, in my house nervously awaiting letter internacional hip hop school in Los Angeles. The hours passed and the letter didn't arrive. It was at ten o'clock in the morning, the next day and the rang bell. I left the bedroom running and I open the door. Yes! It was the postman. Tall, brown hair with a long beard and handsome. I delivered the letter, I was finally in my hands, it was big, red and a glittering seal. I was read the letter, I was accepted to go to Los Angeles to dance. It was a dream fulfilled.
lunes, 3 de febrero de 2014
LOS ANGELES
It was October 2013 when I was in Madrid, in my house nervously awaiting letter internacional hip hop school in Los Angeles. The hours passed and the letter didn't arrive. It was at ten o'clock in the morning, the next day and the rang bell. I left the bedroom running and I open the door. Yes! It was the postman. Tall, brown hair with a long beard and handsome. I delivered the letter, I was finally in my hands, it was big, red and a glittering seal. I was read the letter, I was accepted to go to Los Angeles to dance. It was a dream fulfilled.
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