"Ela, te lo dico già, non so se ce la farò a resistere fino alla fine..." Ci eravamo cacciate in un bel pasticcio, o piuttosto, io avevo cacciato tutte e due in un bel pasticcio. Stavamo per innoltrarci nel grande tempio del fitness, pieno di corpi caldi and mechanical tools ready to chop, we were about to enter the immense funklandese gym. I should cry mea culpa, throw myself in the knee and tore their clothes as a sign of repentance, but I did not. We went into a dressing room packed with girls of all shapes and sizes. With our trainers, both new to betray our attitude a bit 'awkward girls with super fit, we entered the room being prepared for BODY COMBAT. Yes, Ella and Lola would have fought, or at least pretended to fight, for 55 min., For 55 long minutes!
"Hallo zusammen! Seit ihr bereit für den Kampf?! Are you ready to fight!"
"Yeahhhhhh!" Our Company is liable for teacher-warrior mitered with a cry full of anger. Next to me two tattooed guys in spots from head to toe. Ela and I apologize I look at him. Just in time, because in a moment a part of dance music with powerful bass. As a response to a military command, they all look the mirror in front and pretend to fight with the enemy. The two Funkfunk, trying to keep up with these crazy movements, kicks, jumps, punches, knees and elbows.
But the worst was yet to come ... Brave Heart's music fills the room ...
"You are brave fighters, I want to hear from you!"
"Uhh! Ahh!"
Ela and I imagine I look dressed in skins with the hair soiled with mud, just like Mel Gibson in the film. Horrible thought ...
"Cultivate your heart, fighting!"
"Uhh! Ahh!" The teacher-
warrior rolls around each other's wrists and draw an imaginary arc ... "Pull! Sfrecciate your arrows, brave hearts!"
"Uhh! Ahh!"
"We will not surrender! Will not give up!"
If I had predicted, if they had told me that I'd been in a classroom and Ella, in front of a mirror, you sweat like never before, to pull arrows Brave Heart style, that we were apostrophe as fearless warriors, next boys and girls screaming, angry, bursting with minerals left and right, well I think we believe him? We drag
out effort, we want our mouths water and water to wash the clothes stuck everywhere ... With a small voice ask
"Ela, then?" What do we return? "
'Well,' We will not surrender 'is not it? "
Lola feat. Ela, your Brave Hearts funklandesi
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