Chapter One:
I heard my alarm beep once and I was up. Excitement was coursing through my veins. Walking over to my closet and pulled out a box I had hidden under my shoe rack. Opening the box and quickly put on the uniform inside.
Rushing out the door before anyone could see me I headed towards the park. I began thinking about the events leading up to this.
*Flashback*
Liz, Patty, and I had just gotten home from a mission when I had another OCD attack. Needless to say they left me behind. I was walking home when I heard music. I knew the song; I had danced to it many times in a hidden room in my house. Yes, I dance. At first it was to keep me flexible and agile for when I found partners. Then I realized that I forget about symmetry when I dance.
I followed the music to a warehouse. A group of people around my age were dancing. Their forms were amazing. Every dance move was well executed and flawless. Through my soul perception I could see that their souls were trying resonate with both each other and somehow the music.
My eyes were drawn to a girl who was doing this perfectly. Her dancing was incredible! She had copper colored hair in low pigtails, slightly tanned skin, and gorgeous neon pink eyes. Then she spotted me.
"Crash, cut the music!" She called out to the guy on the upper level with a DJ stand. It was then I noticed they were all wearing the same thing: Khaki cargo pants, and black muscle shirts with a Death City Skull on the front. She was the only one with a black fedora hat on.
"You there, standing outside. Come here." She ordered.
I stepped inside and heard gasps of shock. "What are you doing here?" She asked me.
"I heard a familiar song and got curious. I must say this is quite interesting. What's going on here?" I asked.
She smirked, "We're a dance team, the Death City Skulls; Skulls for short. Currently we're practicing for a dance competition being held in Phoenix against our rivals, the Phoenix Fire Birds and some others."
A girl a little shorter than her with blonde hair the top half tied back in a white bow whispered in her ear and she answered, "Good idea, Peppy. Can you dance?"
I nodded, "A little."
Smirking again she asked, "Care to show us?"
I smirked back, taking off my jacket. She called out a number and Yeah by Usher started playing. I knew this song well so I began to dance like I was in my basement.
It was exhilarating. The rush of dancing was amazing. I felt at peace for some reason. I wasn't even worried about symmetry. Once the song ended I felt disappointed that it was over. They all looked impressed.
I looked towards the girl again and she said, "You're a basement dancer. Still with some training you'd be really good. If you want you can join us. I need a dance partner and you just might cut it."
The thought made me almost giddy. "I can't be here all the time. I have school and missions." I said sadly.
"Just come when you can. Be at here every Saturday and Sunday at 4:00 a.m. and tell me when you can't be here. Practice whenever you get time and at any opportunity." She said as she handed me a box, "That is your uniform. Wear it at any practices, competitions, and dance-offs with other teams. Now you need a nickname. Mine is Vivid."
Each team member introduced themselves. The small girl from earlier was Peppy. A tan skinned, blue eyed girl with her black hair held up by a pair of chopsticks was called, Amazon. A young man with spikey brown hair and neon purple eyes was called, Spunky. Another guy with tan skin, ash blonde hair and silvery gray eyes was Aztec. Their DJ, Crash, was Spunky's twin brother who had orange eyes.
"Hey, I have an idea for your nickname!" Peppy said excitedly.
"Really?" I asked.
She nodded, "Uh huh! Vague! It's an antonym of vivid!"
I thought about it and nodded in agreement. They all welcomed me and once I went home I was reminded of the time for weekend practice. It wasn't until I got home that I noticed I had not even thought about symmetry.
