I walked around my hometown. I lived in a small rural area in England, just outside of London. We had a lot of farmers, but I was a dancer. I was the best dancer around, and I knew it. Dancing was my life. I sang a little bit too. I don't think I'm that good, but people seem to like how I sound. I ran my hand through my long red hair, my blue-green eyes looking at the surrounding area. I was in the market, waiting for my brother to get out of the bathroom. At least, that's my story. In reality I was staring at the handsomest guy I'd ever seen. He had short, dark brown hair. He was with three other guys, all good looking.
'Oh God,' I thought, 'they're coming over here.' The guy and his friends sauntered over to where I was standing.
"Hello beautiful." The guy I was staring at was looking at me, but he couldn't have been talking to me. I looked around, seeing no one. I pointed to myself and he nodded.
"Uh, hi." I heard my accent; it was thick in my ears. He smiled faintly.
"I'm Logan, and these are my friends, Kendall, Carlos and James." He pointed to a tall blond guy, a short guy with a helmet on and a guy looking at himself in a mirror.
"I'm Sam, but everyone calls me Static. It's a pleasure to meet you." I heard a door close behind me and saw my brother, Nathan, walking out. He noticed the guys, and eyed them up, slowly starting to glare at them. "Hey Mr. Fluffypants, wipe that glare off your face!" He shifted his glare to me, and if looks could kill, I'd be six feet under.
"Static, who are your friends?" His tone was harsh.
"We were just leaving. Nice to meet you Static, Fluffypants." The four ran off. I pouted to my brother before smacking him and walking away also.
"Wait, Static, I'm sorry. I'm just protective. Anyway, guess who called me while I was in the bathroom?"
"Mom? I mean, we were supposed to be him twenty minutes ago!"
"No, better, Gustavo Rocque, he wants to do a brother-sister singing group with us. He wants to make us famous!" I sighed. That was all Nathan wanted; fame. I didn't want any of it. I wanted to dance, it was my life.
"Nathan, I don't know. I can't really do much but dance. Besides, that's your dream. I want to dance." He made a face at me, a face I can't resist. I agreed immediately. "Fine, but if I don't like it I'm coming home." He eagerly nodded and we walked home, getting packed to fly to California, in America.
Three days later, Nathan and I walked through the doors of Rocque Records. The doors to Nathan's dreams. He was giddy with excitement. I was just happy that I could witness it. I didn't really want to be there, but I was here for him. Nathan walked ahead, saying Mister Rocque wanted to meet with us separately. I let him go, I wanted to explore.
"Heads up!" I saw a ball flying towards me and caught it with ease. Chuckling at the manner it was tossed. I played football (soccer) with my brother back home, and the ball was flung much harder then. "Wow, nice catch I'm Logan." I looked up at the person who was speaking and was rendered speechless. It was the Logan I met in the market of my small town. "Hey, you're Static, right?" I just nodded. "Cool, what're you doing here?"
"My brother and I are going to be in a singing group." He nodded, before looking puzzled.
"No offense, but you look more like a dancer to me." I nodded, signaling that I was.
"It's my brother's dream, I couldn't say no to him."
"I understand. Hey, do you want to go get some pizza or something later? I know a nice place."
I nodded, "I'd love to Logan."