Transformation....
By
Sega1cool
....And thus my story begins. I'm your usual, geeky, misfit teen.... Except at one place. Every Wednesday, around 3:00 p.m., I enter a certain building and step up onto a certain platform. In this moment I transform from the geeky white guy I am, to the rhythm-deciphering, styling DDRist. Not many know of this when I first started, those 2 years ago....
The first person to find out was my best friend, Zoel. We were hanging out at the Adventure Landing where this event happens, playing some of the normal arcade games and enjoying the day off. As much as I fought the urge, the rhythm and the music entranced my soul and I stepped onto the machine, changing into the DDRist.
Zoel was taken aback at this, that someone such as myself, despite my appearances, was able to pull off the moves I did. When I finished, Zoel just kinda staring at me in disbelief. "How did you do that?" he asked me. I simply said that I listen to the beat and move to the music's groove. He said, "Whatever....", rolled his eyes, and we went back to playing the other games at the arcade...
One year later, I was playing once again when, whom should I see, but Scott. Scott wasn't someone I was too fond of, let's just say our past has been...unpleasant. Anyway, I played how I would, as being the DDRist made me immune to the feeling of embarrassment and silliness that one may get from playing. Unbeknownst to me at the time, he had videotaped me playing Dance Dance Revolution.
He soon began showing this tape of my DDRing to others. I soon discovered this by word of mouth, stuff like that makes its way around my school, and somewhat enjoyed this publicity. However, Scott and his lackeys soon began teasing me about it whenever I walked by, through mock enthusiasm and shouting things like, "Woo hoo! Go, DDR, go!" I merely shook my head at such stuff; some people can be so ignorant.
If they knew the true reasons for this "change", then perhaps they would understand. Yet, for people like them, understanding others is too much for them to comprehend. So, I still continue on today and till who knows when, despite the loneliness I do receive from playing it...So, I'll continue on, to borrow one of the song titles, 'Dancing All Alone' as long as the soul of a DDRist still burns strong within me...
By
Sega1cool
....And thus my story begins. I'm your usual, geeky, misfit teen.... Except at one place. Every Wednesday, around 3:00 p.m., I enter a certain building and step up onto a certain platform. In this moment I transform from the geeky white guy I am, to the rhythm-deciphering, styling DDRist. Not many know of this when I first started, those 2 years ago....
The first person to find out was my best friend, Zoel. We were hanging out at the Adventure Landing where this event happens, playing some of the normal arcade games and enjoying the day off. As much as I fought the urge, the rhythm and the music entranced my soul and I stepped onto the machine, changing into the DDRist.
Zoel was taken aback at this, that someone such as myself, despite my appearances, was able to pull off the moves I did. When I finished, Zoel just kinda staring at me in disbelief. "How did you do that?" he asked me. I simply said that I listen to the beat and move to the music's groove. He said, "Whatever....", rolled his eyes, and we went back to playing the other games at the arcade...
One year later, I was playing once again when, whom should I see, but Scott. Scott wasn't someone I was too fond of, let's just say our past has been...unpleasant. Anyway, I played how I would, as being the DDRist made me immune to the feeling of embarrassment and silliness that one may get from playing. Unbeknownst to me at the time, he had videotaped me playing Dance Dance Revolution.
He soon began showing this tape of my DDRing to others. I soon discovered this by word of mouth, stuff like that makes its way around my school, and somewhat enjoyed this publicity. However, Scott and his lackeys soon began teasing me about it whenever I walked by, through mock enthusiasm and shouting things like, "Woo hoo! Go, DDR, go!" I merely shook my head at such stuff; some people can be so ignorant.
If they knew the true reasons for this "change", then perhaps they would understand. Yet, for people like them, understanding others is too much for them to comprehend. So, I still continue on today and till who knows when, despite the loneliness I do receive from playing it...So, I'll continue on, to borrow one of the song titles, 'Dancing All Alone' as long as the soul of a DDRist still burns strong within me...