The heroine runs from one side to the other, shaking hands and shouting.  Dshm - Dshm - Dshm - The stage vibrates.  Dasan noticed Sylvie.  She smiled whenever the protagonist kicked the villain.  She waved her hands and shouted excitedly.  A revolt that engulfs him.  A crunch that spreads throughout the nervous system.  A stutter like something about to explode in the heart.  Buys breath.  

He wiped his face with emptiness.  The last punching villain spreads his arms and screams for help.  The protagonist reaches for him by foot.  He bends down and stares.  The girlfriend comes to the page with fear.  She holds her boyfriend's hand.  With uncontrollable fury Dasan stepped on the crowd and rushed to the stage.  Only jump - Sylvie looks sideways and challenges the protagonist.

"Ele baby, do it, do it for me too and get a girlfriend!" He heard his roar everywhere through the mic.  The supportive overwhelming cheers of the crowd.  Dasan dressed Vetti in tassels and tied the ribbon.  He took off his blue shirt and threw it at the crowd.  Style got a punch in the protagonist's face.  The theater crowd cheered happily.

The villain got up to the boat.  Along with the protagonist, he also attacked Das.  Kamalusu came as the director ran from behind the stage.  Some even jumped to the stage from below.  Everyone kicked Das together.  But Dasan did not tire.  He twisted his iron arms and dealt with them.  Stepped on.  Badu shouted happily.  The crowd erupted.  This riot, more attractive than the drama, dragged them towards the stage.

 The result was that the entire fan base split into two and collided with each other.  The crowd was engulfed in a blissful frenzy, like jumping and swimming in the rough waves - like swinging on a screen or hanging on an unruly raft and spinning in the waves.  The lights were broken.  The stage was set.  The boards were broken.  Only Kushi!  The crowd bathed in the tumult of drunken war.  Ruben did not expect this at all.  He entered the crowd of dispersing women.

Sylvie ran around calling Sylvie.  After a ten minute search she found herself behind a coconut tree. She was crying.  He held her hand.  It was trembling.  She tried to free his hand.  He did not give up.  'Come on, let's run,' he said, dragging her through the coconut trees and into the darkness.  Fireflies flew around the coconuts like star slides.  Ruben and Sylvie stumbled and stumbled into the coconut grove, which stretched like a pavilion for a thousand feet.