Disclaimer: Since I am not American nor do I own a massive company, I clearly do not own Step Up. I do own Reanna and Bubby though.
~Prologue~
I don't dance. Just putting that out there for those of you who assume that this is my story about dancing. So, I bet you're wondering, why I'm writing this if I don't dance? Simple. You know the Pirates, the strength behind the dance. And now you know me, the brains behind the music.
I don't dance…because it reminds me of painful memories. Back when I was in high school, I danced. I was in a crew as well. But then, my mom, the one who'd taught me everything about dancing…she, well, she died. Shot at point blank range during a mugging. She was shot because she tried to help a little boy who was being attacked. Now, dance reminds me of her. Actually, nearly everything does, but dance is the most painful one. So now, I couldn't cut all ties with dancing, so I make my own music for it. I make my own beat and march to it. A really good friend of mine has this saying; BFABB. It means born form a boom box. Some people, they're BFABB. Me? I am the boom box.