Dance Of The Week
"And left and right and shimmy down and up," The dance choreographer showed the Ryker team.
The Rykers stood in the court yard just outside of their magnificent stadium on the planet Unadar. Like the Shadow's, Xenon's and the Technoid the Rykers had to practice their dance three times a day every day. They were competing every week for the top place in Dance Of The Week with these teams.
Dance Of The Week was a section of the official Galactik football cup magazine which got sold all around the world. The magazine would rate the dance each team did in their match and give positions according to who did the best. The Rykers regularly won but they had a lot of close calls with the Shadow's this year.
Kernor mirrored the instructor's movements without even looking; she was captain of the Rykers and new the dance of by heart. However Kernor was very distant today, she had heard rumours of The Snowkids designing a dance for themselves to compete in the competition.
Now Kernor didn't exactly spy on the Snowkids but she had HAPPENED to come across them at a club one night and they were very good dancers, especially the small one named Micro-ice.
"Kernor are you into this dance or not!" The instructor's voice snapped Kernor back into reality.
A sly smirk came across Kernor's face. "I know this dance like the back of my hand," she grinned.
"Good, then maybe you could look at the back of your hand while you dance so you get everything perfect," The instructor said sarcastically.
"Something wrong Kernor?" one of Kernor's teammates asked, noticing how distant she was today.
"Well I heard that the Snowkids are making a new dance, I guess I'm kind of nervous," Kernor admitted. "They're all great dancers,"
"Well you don't know that they're great Kernor, you haven't even seen them dance yet!" Another Ryker laughed.
Kernor began to sweat. "Err yeah right... I've never seen them dancer before how silly of me,"
The Instructor stood opened mouthed; Kernor noticed and decided to draw the attention away from her. "You alright Instructor?" Kernor asked.
"The Snowkids are making a dance? I have to tell the manager straight away!" The instructor told them and ran off.
"We actually agreed to call her a womanager, she's very strict about sexism," Kernor shouted to her but she didn't listen and ran inside.
To be continued.
(This is just to open my story; hopefully this story will have 3 or 4 chapter)
Any reviews welcome but if you did not like the beginning of my story please tell me why and tell me how I can improve, thank you.