I should have said this first before re-posting this, sorry. I deleted my previous fiction and re-posted it afterwards, as you can obviously notice. It is the same story, just different tittle (the other one sucked).

Okay, so this is my first multi-chapter story; I've been working on this for over two years (this Christmas will be my third), but couldn't decide whether or not I would post it, but finally I posted it. English is not my native language, so most likely you'll find more than a couple mistakes, I apology for that. I'll be posting every week, most likely on weekends or Mondays, for if you liked this first chapter. I also apology for the hastened post this morning, and for the mistakes I had because of that.

This story is based at its most on the story mode of the Dance Central video games so I hope it isn't that different or twisted from the original one.

I rated this fiction M just in case, cause really, I think I'm using rather strong themes over here.

And, last thing, I do not own Dance Central or any of its characters. And, I'm sorry for the oh so long author's note. Please enjoy!


Chapter #1

The sun had descended, the nightfall had fallen, and the sun hid beyond the horizon. Soon, the moon shone bright in the night sky. But you would barely see it, for the awake of the lights was coming along with the awake of the city.

The night was noisy, filled with the sounds of the cars, the people, the stores selling their products. The night life of a crowded city.

Some young people would scream, excited, in their cars, deciding where they would spend this night. Some ladies would simply walk alone in the street, heartbroken or (most likely), selling their young, yet wilted bodies for money. Some others would go party at the club, drunk with the music. Some others would get drunk. Some others would smoke. And some others would simply stay at home.

There would be parties, there would be dates; there would be fun. But there would also be corruption, rapes, steals, murders even; as sadness and pain. Celebrations and parties would be to spare; corruption and homicides would do as well. Alcohol and drugs would pierce their minds; bullets and blades would pierce their bodies; blame and guilt would pierce their souls.

And this was only the beginning.

But for him, this would be just a night of amusement.

The young man made his way to the club, and was welcomed by the beats, the music, and the smell of smoke and alcohol in the air. The unnecessary smell of a typical night of fun.

Every single gal went over him -the ones in a relationship immediately laid eyes on him-, admired, blinded by his beauty. Some ladies -if not them all- selling their cheap love, or rather, yearning for his cheap love, brushed their bodies against his. He smiled. He was irresistible. And they were pretty, he could tell, but now, it would be his moment on the dance floor. His solo. He would get his fun with the chicas later.

He ignored them, for now, and made his way to the dance floor, ready to spread his wings.

The beat shook his body, the music burned in his soul, the dance floor sparkled at his moves.

Everybody left whatever they were doing to focus on him.

His hips swing, his quick feet gently pushed against the lightning floor.

Who is he? Everybody asked one another.

He moved his body at the beat. The music flooded him.

They had ever seen him around.

His moves were perfect; the dance floor belonged to him.

He's not from here, someone replied.

His smile shone over every other light; this was his act.

Where does he come from? The males asked.

And he finished with a flawless finishing move. Shining above every other light.

How old is he? The females asked.

Some seconds of silence, then, the club welcomed him with cheers and applauds. They loved him. He was the king of the dancehall. As he had always been, as he would always be.

Everybody were staring at him; they were amazed, he noticed it. They had ever seen something like this in their whole life. This man wasn't one you see everywhere. He simply smiled and retired to a lonely table. The VIP zone was going to welcome him. Soon enough.

He then ordered a beverage for himself, quite satisfied with himself. And silently toasted in his own honor.

He's Latino, some said. No, he's from Alaska, others argued. He's sexy, the girls complimented. He's conceited, the boys complained.

Some guesses were right, some weren't. But truth was, no one knew a thing about this man. And that was exactly how he liked it to be.

What's his name? Someone dared to ask.

"Tell me your name, and I'll tell you mine." The young man said, raising his gaze to the one who asked.

"I'm Bodie." A blonde boy said.

The young man walked towards him. "Nice to meet you Bodie." He said, shaking his hand. "I'm Ángel, but you can call me Angel." He smiled.

Bodie smiled, "Nice to meet you too, Angel."

They became friends at the first talk.

But, who was this man, anyways? This man that made the women moan at the lightest touch, this man that made the dance floor sparkle with his simple presence, embarrassing the other dancers? This man without an equal?

Oh, but this is him of who we are talking about.

He was Puerto Rican, he confessed. And he was new at this city as well. But how, how was it possible, that him, having just one day in this city, was now this famous?

He wasn't any man. And he was not going to have just his five minutes of fame, oh no, he was born for greatness. Yet, how insolent to question his talent again.

"So why did you decide to move to the US, pal?" Bodie asked him once.

"I don't know." He replied. "My parents decided to send me here because of a scholarship I earned, they said they wanted a better school for me, it's called Central Academy or something."

"Really now? Then you must be in the same school I am."

"Are you in the Central Academy?"

"Yeah." Bodie said. "It's the Dance Central Academy."

"I was inscribed there!"

"You're gonna like it." Bodie smiled.

"Is there chicas hermosas?" Angel asked, interested.

His friend laughed at the question. "Yes, oh yes there are."

They both laughed.

The life in this new city was going to be interesting, Angel thought, smiling.


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