Dance Dance Revolution Story
1st Mix: DDR Competition
The crowd was thicker than the front of a punk rock concert. The room was dimly lit, techno music was blasting, and the flashy neon lights shone bright across the ghastly pale faces in the thick of the crowd. Bodies smushed together; calmly. The sweet smell of artificial sugar strawberry body spray mixed with the stale Axe for men cologne, with a hit of body odor. They were all there to cheer on the contestants. Boyfriends routing on their girlfriends, girlfriends routing on their boyfriends, heck I think I even saw a few dance and drama professors scoping out fresh meat with intense rage. Me on the other hand, I just wanted a better view- Did you think that I would know anyone here? Me, the one who flung applesauce in the most popular girls face because she tried to trip me in the lunch room? The one who always was picked last at gym class. Ha. No, I didn't think So. I was all alone in this crowd and social butterfly was not my title.
Dance Dance Revolution had swept our campus, everyone who was anyone could be found at Club Non-Toxic on Friday nights. Non toxic was apply named to describe the remnants? Of what they served; Non alcoholic drinks and that's the way I like it!
Our school's video gaming club had grown to epic proportions in the few short years that I had called SUNY Potsdam my home. Half of the club met regularly in the blank lounge to play DDR. The word on campus was that the gaming club's new leadership was going to propel them to get a large portion of SGA funds to revampt our campus's image. The club took their proposal to the dean of students
(To Be Continued...)
