Hasani Meets Miley Cyrus

He runs towards Miley Cyrus,
smiling,
giddy,
jumping up and down.
His braces shines,
reflecting the sun
above.
I stare.
Breath heavy.
Blink-faced.
His hands becomes
sweaty,
he clapps his hands together loudly,
swinging them
up and down.
WACK!
My face becomes hot.
'MILEY! MILEY! I LOVE YOU!'
His high pitch voice screeches through my ears.
My head sways away..
'MILEY! MILEY! AHHHHHH!!! OVER HERE!'
His mouth becomes a blow horn.
He makes an attempt,
stretching his arms out,
wrapping his arms around her like wall paper.
Sticky.
Fllaaattttt..
All over..
Miley Cyrus steps back,
falling backwards.
Men in black rushes over,
high pitch screams vibrates over my body.
He's up in the air now;
'I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU!'
His punches,
well,
he tries.
He kicks,
well,
he tries.
BLANK.
Everything went blank..
His eyes creaped open
from the cracks from the walls.
His head feels big,
swollen,
sore.
His body aches from cuts and bruises.
Gentle foot steps echos over.
I looked at him with my sad disapointed eyes.
'What happened?'
he asks.
'You happened.'
I replied.
He straps himself in a ball,
rolling over in his cage.
'The best of both worlds..'
he sanged,
'..you rocked out the show..'