Disclaimer: I do not own Eyeshield 21.

"They have won! The Deimon Devil Bats!" I cackled with happiness.

"Kekeke, it has a nice ring to it," I smiled and began to shoot off one of favorite guns. "Ya-ha!"

Meanwhile in America

Dancing was what I breathed, and drank, and ate. Without it, I would be lost and I'm glad I had found my passion. Standing in front of the floor length mirror, I tightened my straps on my dance shoes.

"Abigail, ten minutes till show time," A voice shouted through the door.

"Okay!" I replied and quickly checked my appearance one last time. My blonde hair was piled on my head in an extravagant twist with jewels and sparkles. The long green dress clung to my curves and stop short of my ankles

I need to do more foot exercises, my feet are huge! Why does everything I eat go to my ankles and hips, soon Andrew won't be able to lift me, I thought as I looked up again at the mirror,the v-neck on my dress was a little more low cut than I would prefer, but it was for the show. The sleeves were long and there were jewels on any piece of fabric. This dress was by far the most expensive one I had worn. My lips looked bigger than they really were, painted with a plum color while my face was highlighted with golds, purples and greens. The theme this year was fantasy and I was going for Forest Nymph.

"Abigail, hurry up!" A male voice shouted opening the door.

"Andrew! What if I had been changing," I hissed annoyed at the tall male. He laughed and pulled my hips against his.

"Honey, I would have had to perform with a hard on then," He whispered huskily into my ear. "I know when your dressing or not. When you're changing you make it seem like there's an earthquake happening." I blushed and smacked his chest

"Stupid! I'm not that clumsy," I stared up into his blue eyes and melted. His grip on my hips tightened and he leaned down to press his lips against the side of my head.

"You're not clumsy when you're dancing, I agree," His lips found mine and I returned his kiss with the same intensity. My hands found their way to his neck and held on. I moaned when I felt his tongue plunge into my mouth and his hands grab my butt.

"Mm, we have to go," I told him pulling away from his lips, panting.

"I think you're right," He said grabbing my hand. "We'll continue later, promise." He smirked and pulled me out the door. We walked down the hallway with people running around screaming heat numbers and couples names. We walked hand in hand down to the entrance behind the curtain and waited.

"Performing next are heat numbers one hundred thirty three, one thirty four, one thirty five, and one thirty six, performing the Waltz." I sucked in a deep breath and held my chin high.

"You ready?" Andrew whispered in my ear. I smiled.

"Of course."

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