The actual story not being told by Drame will be bolded like this. I also do dance, but some of the moves depicted are made up, or may be confusing. I'm currently drawing up pictures because some moves technically doesn't exist, but I'm no Vicent Van Gouh. Also, some of these songs I actually made up myself too. I write lyrics, just not notes...And with that...Enjoy-LLL
Journal Entry: 6,089- Union Ultimatium at 9:03 p.m.
Dance is my escape. It's more than learning how to flare, or being able to form a routine. For all of us, Sahara, Jean, Sam, Ret, and me, it's how we give back. We don't come from rich or smart parents, but they are loyal, and they make sure we come home safe from the dance battles we come from. Sometimes we lose, but the judges are usually bought and everyone can usually tell, we have a great crowd. My tale began when I was five, and I first tried Dance Dance Revolution. I was slow, but soon I was schooling everyone in the house. From then, I made dance about how I moved, how I felt and held myself. How I sidestepped kids in the hall so smoothly it was seamless. Kids could look at me and tell: I was a dancer.
Then I'm met Sahara, actually I sidestepped at the same time she did, and in the same way, although she had a twirl that dazzled me. It's safe to say I still have a crush on her ten years later, which is now. Gotta go. Will be back when I've won the prize money.
Drame stood, giving his journal to his father before kissing him on the cheek. His father hugged him quickly and said, "Go be you son." Drame nodded with a slight upwards tilt like when someone motioned, "Sup". His father ruffled Drame's hair, and Drame hurried to the others. They were all dressed in ragged clothes that were ripped, and Sahara sported a hat that faces to the side of her head. Sam, Ret, and Jean eached sported masks that had swirls and shadows on them. They looked like thugs, except for Drame, who was dressed like the gentleman.
His hair was short and black, combed in a modest look like someone who doesn't care for their hair, but they aren't oblivious. Drame had an all black suit that was crisp, yet smooth, almost silk-like in quality. There was no time, just a red rose that Drame held in his mouth. For this routine, they were dancing to the song "Bad Boy."-By World Renowned rapper Off da Chain, or OdC. They were going to have the bad boy be Sahara, while the others tried to be her, and shunned away Drame, who was the good dude, only Drame was their secret weapon. Because they were keeping him away so much, the crowd will be watching the others. Then Drame will blow their minds, and hopefully surprise the other team.
"Are we thugs ready?" Sahara asked, raising her hands above her head, and the group-Drame excluded- yelled, "Hell yes!"Drame inclined his head, ever the gentleman. They went inside, and the thump of the music still going meant they had walked in on another battle.
The two contestants were adults, which was not surprising. This was a big arena, and crews/ people of all ages danced and expressed. But much to Drame's dislike, this man was only doing bboy-moves, which while amazing, weren't nearly as cool as self-expression. From a counterclockwise flare, the bboy twisted in midair, throwing himself up as if to airflare before crashing down in a ball, and then using his momentum to swing himself to his feet. It was fleeting, yet Drame saw all of it, and smirked to himself. I could school this clown any day of the week, even with me having to do homework...
"What was that kid?"
Drame had spoken without realizing it, and half the crowd seemed to have heard him. The battle ended with the man ending in a Lotus-Baby Freeze, and then he looked at Drame, apparently having heard him too. "You wanna battle punk?"
Drame found it ironic that he was called the punk despite suiting up, but merely shrugged. He didn't want to get tired with this man, and then not be able to do the maneuvers. But Sahara nudged him forward and whispered in his air, "Ace this clown."
Combine that with her deep teal eyes, and his affection for her, and Drame was on the stage in seconds. He stood with his hands in his pocket, and the performer came out.
"Well well, it appears Bboy Brigade has a challenger. What your name kid?"
Drame smiled and said, "Drame."No Bboy or second name. The commentor smiled, he had seen Drame before. "Okay boys, we gonna do thirty seconds smashes, where you give us all you got. What song are you dancing to?" Brigade looked at the commentor, and then at Drame.
"Let him choose, seeing as it won't really matter."
Drame smirk stayed where it was, but his eyes flashed, and Sahara liked what she saw. A smooth dude clad in even smoother lookin clothing, and ready to earn some money. She placed the eighty dollars in the betting and smiled at the Bet Keeper. "Put it on the kid, Drame.
"Fire Burning by Sean Kingston."