Pump It Up.
Haruka stared. And stared. And stared.
The guy wouldn't step off.
Dang, he was good. Even thought she was hating him for taking so long in finishing his steps, she had to look up at him for being so good at such a difficult song like the 'Turkey March'. Usually, Michiru would want to hang from painful parts the poor guys who made the remix of this classical piece made by Ludwig Van Beethoven, but Haruka, being the butch she had been all her life, had to recognize it was a masterpiece of electronics.
Haruka was starting to stare off to the dance floor, in which two red arrows in the front, two blue ones in the back and the 'stomp' step, the yellow one in the middle of the metal booth, were brutally stomped.
'One, two, three... pa, pa pa, pa pa... Yeah yeah, stomp it, we know you're good...' Haruka was getting bored. Having danced in the 'Pump It Up' game twelve times in the same day, her legs hurt, and invariably, the tank top she wore was stained by sweat. The guy finished, panting; he smiled when he saw his scored was even higher than what he had wanted. Haruka slapped him in the back.
"Yo, boy, I've been waiting ever since you started your first credit in the machine." She said. "Wanna step down so us the begginers can practice a lil'?"
The man moaned because meanwhile Haruka had complained, his legs had clamped and he was in obvious pain. Haruka and some other boys helped him to step down and his friends sat him down in the corner. Haruka smirked, slapped his back again and stepped up. "Watch me learn. Someday I'll outrule you."
She stomped down on the 'stomp' step two times to make her credit work. Decided the mode. Quickly picked her favorite melody; Pathetique, again by Beethoven; this was another remix Haruka loved. Even thought, it had been impossible for her to finish it without being disqualified by the machine; the rhythm was far too fast. Michiru, behind her, moaned.
"How dare you?
"I never promised I would never pick it again."
"Ruka, you've never been able to finish it and you know I hate it."
"But now I'll finish it."
"You always say that."
"If I don't, you can do whatever you want with me."
Michiru grinned mischevously. "Can I..."
"Excepting taking me to that lingerie shop, dearest."
Michiru pouted. "Awww, dear, please?"
Haruka roled her eyes. "When I finish this song, we'll talk about it."
Michiru nodded. Then she fell into acknowledgement. "But if you finish it..."
Too late. Haruka had started stomping...
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This came to me while I gave the final stomp (- and - at the same time) in a song by some awesome guys named 'Taiji Boys'. The game, Pump It Up. If you don't know it by name, it's fairly similar to 'Dance Dance Revolution Mix You-name-it'. I deeply recommend it!!
And sorry for keeping on with short pieces. This one was particularly useless... This goes to my dearest Ari-chan. Wussup, girl?
Haruka Piro Tenou
