Okay, major excerpt of this dust bunny that's been playing in my brain since last week...only a taste....testing, testing, 1, 2, hana, dul----
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THIS FANFIC IS PURELY IMAGINATIVE IN NATURE. ANY SIMILARITIES TO ANY FICTIONAL WORKS IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.
He felt the usual stirrings of nervousness grip him. The coldness reached his heels first, traveling slowly up his lower extremities to stop on his knees. His fingers and wrists felt as numb as the first time he danced onstage. His mind became closed to the world around him. No matter how horrible he always felt everytime, he couldn't help but love this kind of moment. This moment wherein he felt like his whole world, his whole life could change with one single movement.
Fight or flea? Onward or retreat?
He always asked himself these kinds of questions just right before. Although the answers never changed throughout the course of his youth. He himself never backed from a challenge. Certainly not when he knew he could win easily. And tonight, he knew with all certainty that he would surface a winner.
Tonight, the entire world was here and it was his.
He leaned back, his face to the roof, letting the flourescent lights dance on his face. He breathed the cigarette smoke and liquor-infused air of the danceclub, his eyes closing of their own volition. He rubbed his fingers together, as if expecting to brandish some sort of spell. He let the rhythm of the song play in his mind, his feet just ready to take flight. He was waiting for the right moment. Find his bearing and then he would step forward. He let out the breath he had been holding upon opening his eyes. The spark was there, unmistakable, irrevocable. The audience waited expectantly for his next action.
Hangeng stepped forward.