one thing consistent through bobby’s life was he LOVED dancing. really, he loved it to death , however –– NINE TO FIVE rehearsals were f a r from his adoration. it was just doing the same stupid steps over & over and watching the leads screw up the rhythms in their verses eight times too many ; torture. but oh !! at least there was that little painter ( who hopefully didn’t completely hate him ), someone bobby could finally interact with, someone bobby could ask –
❛ is it hot in here ??? ❜
because HONESTLY. he was burning up && a bit d i z z y .
@bruisetoo










