Problem: Illiterate Speech
Chapter 1: Mo, Taye, and Lil T
Their dreams of dance could finally happen.
All of the Dance Central crews were trying to push themselves in their career. They cared about dance too much, and wanted to do it for a living. To be known. Help celebrities in choreography. And mainly, just because they loved it.
A new building was opened by Dr. Tan and he was full of money. He raised his priorities in dance, so it would be more difficult in which he would give scholarships to. You just had to be good, and maybe one day, you could actually attend Dance Nations; the biggest name of a dance college in the country.
When auditions were over and that results came in, Hi-Def and Flash4wrd weren't too happy.
"Yo, dat ol' man Tan on sum otha' stuff. Watchu mean we ain't get in 'da house?! We was on fira' in 'dere," Mo yelled furiously.
"Yeuh! Me 'n Taye rocked wid our moves in 'dere! That's why his mova ain't raise 'em rite," Lil T shouted with her squeaky voice.
"Hmm, dat's iight. We'd shut 'em down if we hadda made it. Dat foo' done did us wrond, dough." Taye was disappointed, but she wasn't shouting like the others.
"Man, if we see 'dat fool again, we'll stomp him like a computa bug widda virus," Glitch threw in.
Aubrey raised her eyebrow in confusion and came over by the upset four. "Look, it really sucks that you guys didn't make it, but don't make a big fuss about it. There's better things to worry about, and better things that will be headed in your way. I mean, look at me! I was a background dancer, and now I'm accepted into this serious competition with way better dancers than me. Of course, I can show them off, but-"
"We get da point, Aubrey," Lil T. interrupted.
"You shur you ain't rubb'n it in a'faces, Aubrey," Mo asked rudely.
"I just came to say you're being immature. Suck it up, and try again somewhere else. It's the cold-hard truth nobody has the guts to say, or at least not sugar coated. Except someone who cares, like me."
The four looked at each other and groaned.
"She's rite, y'all. We gotta work hard, 'n keep a'heads held high bafor sumthin' bad starts 'n we can't dance anymore."
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Quote from original letter:
"Mo, Taye, and Lil T:
Oh my goodness, this gets me SO FED UP! I mean COMPLETELY ANGRY! I could say almost everyone does this. WHY DO YOU MAKE THE AFRICAN AMERICANS SPEAK SO AWFUL!?
As an African American myself, I clench my fists up so tight when it occurs. It really makes me snap, and I find it so racist. The characters usually speak in this horrible tongue-ghetto talk. Sometimes, I completely skip their part because it's so difficult to read and understand. And I find this as a HUGE stereotypically thing to do. Sure, they can slip a few of those, but constantly making them talk this way is aggravating. In some cases, Glitch can be found speaking this way, too.
Please, that's just my only concern. We speak just like any other person... I just...ugh."
That is all for chapter 1, guys. My other letter posted two days ago was reported for not being a 'story', I guess. I agree, so I wasn't mad at all. But the reviews did make me feel better because I knew I wasn't the only one who noticed. Any who, second chapter will be out pretty soon, as it is that Glitch topic I discussed. Hope you are excited to read it. And please, no reporting- this fits the story guidelines.