Chapter 1:
Moana held the wooden drumsticks high above her head, she briefly looked around, and brought the sticks down on the drum. On impact, a bright white flash filled the room, causing Moana to yell in surprise.
She opened her eyes, frozen in the same position as seconds before, and saw herself in unfamiliar surroundings. It was in an outdoor space, like a patio of sorts, full of comfortable seating, and a contraption the size of her family's fale. It was made of a material that was completely foreign to her. She reached her hand out to touch the smooth, flat dark gray surface, only to be pulled back by a large hand on her shoulder.
It was her father! Her mother stood behind him, along with Gramma Tala. In fact, it looked like her whole village was here, along with a hulking brute covered with tattoos, who had a suspicious look on his face. And a boy about her age off to the side alone, eyes scanning in a panicked way, arms tucked into his sides, looking extremely uncomfortable.
And on the other side of the patio, a girl who she knew wasn't a member of her village, hair done up in a very elegant bun, with flowers tucked in. She was confused, and a little uncomfortable as well.
"Everyone! Calm down!" A voice came from a few feet away. A girl stepped out, maybe a couple years older than her, black hair just like hers, but less curly done up in a ponytail. Her clothes were odd, dark blue bottoms that wrapped all around her legs, thicker fabric on her feet, and two layers of tops. The strangest thing, something solid and clear over her eyes.
"Who are you?" Tui asked, right as Moana was about to ask the same thing.
"I'm PuertoRicanBelle, but I prefer Isabel. " She held out her hand for a handshake, an unfamiliar gesture, but Moana took it, to be friendly.
"What is this place? And why are we here?" Moana asked. Isabel smiled.
"I brought you all here to show you what is called a 'movie'. It's very popular where I come from. And this movie is about you, Moana." Moana pointed at her chest.
"Me?" Isabel nodded.
"Yes, it tells your story and how you-"she paused and chuckled softly, "Well, I shouldn't say, I'll let this movie tell it for me. Now everyone, please, come sit." Moana and her family sat together, but strangely, Isabel had the strange boy come sit right next to Moana, and the girl a few seats away. The boy still looked extremely uncomfortable, avoiding eye contact with her as much as possible.