Finding the Beat
It all started with a dance, just one dance at some second-rate club. It was supposed to be just "one of those things". Neither one expected it to turn into something this inescapable. A story of two unlikely boys from completely different backgrounds and their discovery of how they were made to rule the floor…together.
Contrary to popular belief, we didn't start out together. All the tabloids gush about how we were best friends since we were in the womb and how we supposedly grew up together on the back streets of LA. We didn't. Because that would just be too cliché. Although one could argue that the true story also fits into that category, but no matter how you want to look at it, it happened.
What "happened" is actually quite the opposite of what the paparazzi likes to feed the public. We were never childhood friends—or sweethearts, depending on your source—in fact, I had never even seen Riku until I was about nineteen. How's that for childhood sweethearts? Yeah, "US Weekly" can go fuck itself.
Which is probably why you're here, you want the true story from at least one of the guys who lived it. The problem is, where do I begin?
I suppose I should start out by explaining that we came from completely different backgrounds, Riku and I. The part about growing up on the back streets of LA is partially true, only that was just me. Though I did have a best friend since I was in the womb—literally—he was my twin, Roxas. We, along with our sister, were practically raised by our older brother and his boyfriend since our parents died when Roxas and I were about five.
The neighborhood that I grew up in was one of those lower-class-but-not-quite-ghetto neighborhoods that are mostly populated by minorities, where everyone knows each other and everyone acts like one big family. Being one of the only white kids in my neighborhood—besides Roxas, who is practically me—kind of made me stand out, but my friends always said that with my tan I could almost pass for a Latino; if it weren't for the fact that my hair was too light and my eyes looked like they belonged on a generic blond Swedish girl.
Bottom line, I grew up with a whole neighborhood for a family and an immediate family with only a dance studio keeping it afloat. Yep, dancing is not only in my blood, it's the family business.
On the opposite side of the spectrum, was Riku. And when I say opposite, I really mean it. While I grew up in downtown LA, Riku was from the Hills, born and raised. We're talking 90210 material, here. His was the kind of neighborhood that sported huge houses, perfectly manicured lawns with hedges separating one from the next, and the only time anyone really talked to anyone was when they were getting their mail or the neighbors leaves were in their pool. As for his "family business", he was expected to become a big-shot lawyer that got paid a lot of money to represent celebrities. Like father, like son.
Yup, an unlikely story if there ever was one, but it's ours. Now that I've laid the groundwork, this story of ours can really begin. So sit down, pop a soda can open and get comfortable, 'cause you're in for one hell of a bumpy ride.
So, as stated, this is just the groundwork. This little project of mine is gonna play out sort of like a movie, so I had Sora do one of those "this is my story" type things. Like if you were watching a movie, his voice would be the voice over and a whole bunch of random scenes depicting his childhood would play out before the opening credits. The rest of this story is gonna be told in the third person, because I have a LOT of complicated dance scenes and I feel more comfortable with the rest of it being in the third person anyway. So tell me what you think, the idea for a sexy-hip-hop-style-dance-adversity-fanfic just kind of came to me and I had to do it. Sora just seemed to be the right person for the job. :D
Of course I don't own any part of Kingdom Hearts or any of the characters mentioned; all right belong to Square Enix (tragically)
Just a quick note: there may be a few MINOR OC's, but that's really just going to be for the purpose of fleshing out the story, nothing really major. I just thought I'd say this because some people have kind of an allergic reaction to OC's, which is totally okay, these are nothing huge, I promise.
So tell me what you think and give Giselle, the review button, some company. You know you want to. :D
Kisses,
~Vindi