I have wanted to work on this story for ages. I know, it may be a little late to make an ICONic Boyz story, but I'm not really thinking about it. Are you?

Warning: This chapter is just the prologue, so it's showing only showing my original characters. Don't worry, the next chapter is going to be from the ICONic perspective.

Enjoy!

Prologue

P.O.V: Drippy

"Will you cut that out!" I practically yelled, clutching the tray of homemade soda floats that were two seconds away from spilling. "You're gonna break something!"

Chloe immediately stopped in her tracks, bringing her leg back down to the ground, making a sharp clink with her tap shoes. She began staring at me with the same dramatized expression of a kicked Chihuahua. Her thin, purple lipstick-colored lips began to pop out, looking as if she was about to cry.

I rolled my eyes at the sight. "Clo, if that didn't work with me when you were five, what makes you think it will work with me now?"

She slumped her tiny shoulders over in defeat. All of my teammates sprawled out on the floor began to chuckle, loving how adorable my 10-year-old sister looked.

"I'm getting it higher now," Chloe said. She'd been working on her high-kicks and bucks for days, but it seems that all that she's accomplished is scuffing up almost every floor in our house and putting her foot through a bedroom window.

"I can see that, sis" I answered, being nice. "But we don't need to practice during our monthly shindigs. We're just having fun for tonight."

Olivia, who was stretched out over the floor, looked at me laughing. "Drippy, did you just say shindig?" she asked, her southern accent seeping through.

Hauna joined into the laughter. "This isn't That Seventies Show, honey."

Everyone, including me joined into the laughter. "My Basement, My Soda Floats, I can say whatever geeky slang words I want.

My teammates have been calling me "Drippy" for years. I can't for the life of me remember where it originated from, but I figured that it didn't matter. Anything was better than my God-awful real name, Demetria.

I was in the basement of my house, hosting our bimonthly Movie Night. We've had these going on for two years now, since we first we made our makeshift dance team official. This one right here, was officially our 50th, and was going for sure to be our most memorable one.

After I handed everyone their mug of ice cream, each filled with a different soda flavor, I decided that it was time to tell them.

"Okay, guys," I started. "Before I put in the movie, I want to tell you guys something. I'm pretty sure you guys noticed how our movie night was held a little early, right?"

"Yeah," Holly interrupted. "We always have them on a Friday night?" She pulled out her phone. "Why does my calendar say Tuesday?"

Scarlet gave her a usual aloof look. "Sweetie, it's Thursday."

Holly's big blue eyes became wide with confusion, as she put a small hand through her auburn hair. "Whaaat?" she asked confused.

Irritated, Scarlet put Holly's phone closer to her face. "That's how you spell Thursday."

In revelation, a big smile went across her face. "Ooooh! Okay!"

I couldn't help but chuckle. Holly may not have been the sharpest tool in the shed, but she sure was cute.

"Anyway," I continued on the original subject. "I decided to set up a little earlier, because I just couldn't wait to tell you this."

I paused a bit to add more suspense in my story.

" WE'RE GOING TO BE CONTESTANTS ON AMERICA'S BEST DANCE CREW!"

I was met by surprised screams, some girls shaking and bouncing as if they were having convulsions. The room was covered with a bunch of loud outbursts and constant questions.

" Shut up!"

"Are you serious?"

"They liked our DVD?"

"They loved it!" I answered them. "I got the call this morning, saying that our dance style was 'Fresh and Unique'. They said that our plane rides are scheduled to L.A. in just 4 weeks."

"Oh my God, I can't believe that this is real." Scarlet said, showing emotion on her face for the first time in ages.

"Guys, were gonna be on T.V.!" Chloe shouted.

"I don't think they ever had a tap dancing crew before, did they?" Olivia asked.

After 10 minutes of garbled conversations and excitement, Scarlet interrupted.

"Wait a second, guys," she said in a loud, usually monotone voice, combing a hand through her long, jet-black hair. "We seemed to have overlooked something. What's our name going to be?"

"We have to change our names?" Holly said in a panic. "But I like 'Holly'!"

"She means" Olivia explained, "the name for our dance group."

Holly got a relieved look on her face.

"Seriously guys," Scarlet said. "When we perform on that stage for the first time, we can't have Mario Lopez first introduce us as 'The dorky tap-dancers from Memphis."

"Does anybody have any suggestions?" I asked.

The group of girls in front of me were silent for the first time that night.

Chloe, who was relaxed in Olivia's lap, was the first one to speak, "How about 'Chicks with Clicks?'" she offered.

Hauna, the owner of the most perverted mind in the world, burst into laughter. "Yeah, that's not gonna work." she managed to choke out.

"Why not," Chloe said, confused with what was so funny about her idea.

"Because, darlin'," she began. "It sounds like 'Chicks with Cli-"

"HAUNA!" everyone shouted. Olivia immediately threw her hands over my sister's ears.

"What? It's true!"

"What's also true," Olivia scolded. "Is that there's a 10-year-old in the room!"

With that statement put her hands in the air in surrender.

"Okay," I said. "Does anyone else have an appropriate name?"

We spent about half an hour throwing out suggestions, but all of them were either too cliché, too long, or was just plainly dorky.

After a while, we all put on our tap shoes and started randomly dancing, hoping that going back to our roots would give us some inspiration to our name.

The room was filled with different clicks and taps, all holding different rhythms. During this thinking ritual, part of me was worried when my mom was going to come down and tell us to knock it off.

Immediately, after a series of random shuffle-flap combos, an idea popped into my head, and I clapped my hands loudly to get everyone's attention, making the room silent once again.

"I GOT IT! Ever since we were little, we were always dancing around in someone's basement, right?"

They looked at each other in confusion, but still nodded.

"Well, what if our name had the word "Basement" in it?"

The entire crew began considering it.

"That actually could work." Olivia admitted

"Yeah, it'll sound like one of those upcoming garage bands." Hauna pointed out. "It could make our crew seem really urban and deep."

"But 'Basement What' actually?" Scarlet asked.

We all began throwing out our different ideas.

"Basement Shuffle"

"Basement Flappers"

"Basement Floor-Scuff-ers."

"Basement Slide"

"Basement Ta-"

A huge door slam caused all of us to practically jump out of our skin. After the muffled sound of stomping feet, it revealed to be my mom, her short hair in curlers and her right hand keeping her robe together.

"What is going on in here?" She said, tired and slightly irritated.

"Sorry Mom." I blurted out.

"We were tryin' to come up with a name for our dance crew." Olivia said.

My mom nodded in understanding. "So Demetria told you about the phone call this mornin'?"

"Yes, ma'am," we said in unison, while I cringed at the hearing of my full name.

"Well, congratulations, girls" she said, letting out a yawn. "But please, keep the racket down. I've got work in the mornin'""

"Yes, ma'am" We all said together one last time.

As my mom went back up the stairs, a huge smile developed on my face.

"What's wrong, Drippy?" Chloe asked, quieter than usual.

"Basement Racket" was all I said. Those two words caused my friends to jump up and down and let out soft squeals, making sure that they weren't too loud.

"Drippy, you're truly ingenious," Scarlet whispered.

"Let's make a toast to this, girls" Holly offered. Immediately, we all joined into a circle, picking up our soda floats and putting them close to our chests.

"Liv," I said. "Do the honors."

Olivia cleared her throat. "Ten years ago, we met in Dollie's Dance Studio for the first time at five years old. Eight years later, we came together and formed our own tap dancing crew, vowing that one day, we would climb our way to stardom and find our way onto the stage of ABDC. Now, in just four little weeks, that vow will be fulfilled."

Olivia put her Orange Soda float into the center of the circle. "I am Livvy."

Holly put her Sprite float next to Olivia's. "I am Jolly Rancher."

Scarlet put up her Ginger Ale float. "I am Scars."

Chloe put up her Strawberry float. "I am Clover."

Hauna put up her Pepsi float. "I am Lady Za Za."

My Root beer Float was the last to put in. "I am Drippy."

As we held our drinks together, I kept thinking to myself, We're family. We're sisters. Nothing is ever going to tear us apart. Nothing.

"To Basement Racket" Livvy said. With that, we all yelled together.

"TO BASEMENT RACKET!"

AWWW! How sweet...
Don't get too sentimental. It's all going to go DOWNHILL in the next chapter. You won't see ANY of it coming...
DUN DUN DUUNN!

Love you guys!