Chapter 1
Vanitas walked out of the Dance Studio. His eyes narrowed, hiding his depressed emotions of the situation at hand. He had been kicked out of his dance crew, they were going to go to the Urban Dance Camp in Germany, it was his dream. At Urban Dance Camp you can meet dance legends, youtube stars and top international choreographers from Asia, Europe and the USA. He got a letter in the mail about the camp and showed it to his crew, only to be taken out for his own arrogance that and he got into a few fights. He made most of the crews choreography and their going to continue without him and with his moves! He sighed and began walking the streets with his hands in his red harem sweatpants he bought from Chachi Gonzale's website, she's a dance legend who created her own dance pants, they are pretty damn comfortable that and they're made wit G, but mine were specially made and printed with my name above the pockets, Vanitas Valentine. He hated his last name, but at the same time loved it. He hated the holiday, but have you ever heard the words Bloody Valentine or those epic horror movies! God, he loved it. He remembered when he first began dancing, he had a fight with his father, and ran out into the streets. He lived in the ghetto side of town, where all the gang fights happen, you know... hookers walk down your street at night. They were pretty nice though, once he was on his porch crying and one walked over and hugged him.. but shoved her titties in his face.. but he was 11 years old so he liked it.
Then he met a dance battle in the middle of the street, it was an urban Street Dance Style, something you would see the Quick Crew or Brandon Howell do. He watched them, he thought it was pretty fucking cool, they saw him, asking him what was wrong. He told them the whole sad story and they decided to introduce "Dance" to him. It was a great day, except for the whole fight thing.
He stopped as he heard blaring music and neon lights come from the building in front of him, it looked like a dance studio ..bar?
His curiosity led him in, slowly walking in he looked around. Their were many woman, a few men but the majority.. woman. It was definitely a bar. The tables where the woman sat at all had drinks. Then he heard music, it was a song he was familiar with by Lil Wayne and 2 Chainz called YUCK. He smirked to himself, loving the meaning of the song. Then he saw men come out of the stages curtains, they were wearing those men tank tops that were pretty tight so they showed their muscular structure. He watched as they danced, they had good moves, and he had the same style. The girls around them screamed and shouted. Wow, they are so drunk. Then the woman took money out of their pockets as the men on stage ripped their shirts off and pants, and they were wearing male stripper thongs. Oh no.. The realization hit him, he thought to himself, How did I not fucking realize this! I may be fucking pansexual but I don't want to go to a strip club! He quickly sat up from his chair only to be confronted by a red spiky haired tall guy, "Leaving so soon?"
VANITAS POINT OF VIEW
"Sorry, I didn't mean to come here." I tried to turn only to blocked again. "Persistant fuckass..." He thought to himself. "Oh I know you, you dance at the Dance Studio down the street... and your pretty famous." That's when he started over-look me.. and when i say over-look i mean OVER-LOOK. He walked around me, looking at my body, then he felt my chest and my ass, "Dude what the fuck!" Some of the woman at the bar were watching and shrieked, it's like their fans, you know those girls that apparently chase famous people around. I was kinda used to that but I had a feeling they were screaming for an entire different reason. "DAYUM your pretty fuckin' built huh? and your ass is nice to." He laughed and teasingly slapped my ass. "The names Axel got it memorized? my stripper name is Lea, yeah sooo lame compared to the others.. anyways how about a job?" What. the. fucking. hell?!