Glitch was walking down the street, making sure to avoid any eye contact. The street was full of loud noises; people rhythmically banging against bus-stop benches, people turning up their heavy boom-boxes, and people dance battling.

"Looks like your short one member," a red-headed chick told a tall guy with his hood covering most of his face. "Guess we'll find you one," the Hispanic guy next to her said. He whispered to some of his background dancers. They nodded in response and smiled mischievously. Then, they disappeared into one of the crowds of people.

Glitch felt heavy hands on his back; he turned around to see who it was. They were the background dancers. They pushed Glitch into the dance battling circle before he could say anything or stop them. "Hey man, that's not cool. You can't push people who don't want to be dancing in here." The tall guy started to get annoyed. "Nah, it's cool. I can do this," Glitch whispered to him. "You sure?" "Yeah."

"Since the kid doesn't know any moves, we'll do a free-style," the Hispanic man said. The music started to play, loud and up-beat. "You go first," the tall guy said. So, Glitch back flipped into the middle of the 'circle'. He heard the crowd go, "Oh!" That made him smile; they were thinking he couldn't dance. Glitch started to break-dance, which was something he at least knew how to do.

Police sirens started to burst through the loud music. "It's the cops!" One of the people in the crowd screamed. "Hey, come with me," the tall guy gestured to one of the stores. They walked in, inconspicuously. "That was tight! Where'd you learn to do that," he praised. "I've known all my life." Glitch smiled. "You want to join my crew? My friend bailed on me." "Nah, I don't think-" "Come on, what's so bad about it? You have screaming, crazed fans, and you get the feeling of knowing your better than most!"

"I'm in."

"You still need to practice, young'in." Mo warned Glitch as they walked down the block. The street was full of life, like the suburbs that were so perfect with perfectly mowed green lawns, a few trees here and there, and houses that looked somewhat similar.

"Where are we going?" Glitch asked.

"Hey! Avalon," Mo ignored Glitch and called a nearby girl over, "There's someone I want you to meet."

Avalon walked towards us, her long jet black hair swayed behind her.

"Avalon, this is Glitch. Glitch, Avalon." "Hi," she smiled. "Hi," Glitch managed to get his greeting out. He was out of breath, as if he ran a marathon before coming here.

"Avalon, can you help Glitch here practice his moves? I 'gotta run. Imma be back soon," Mo ran back up the block not bothering to look back.

"So, you're the dancer that Mo kept obsessing about. It's nice to meet you." Glitch just nodded. "So, what do 'ya do? Are you a b-boy?"

"Yeah, I break." Glitch finally constructed a somewhat normal sentence. Avalon smiled. She finally got some words out of him.

"Okay cool, can you do a hand-stand? If you can do a handstand, there's nothing else you can't do." Glitch never tried doing a handstand. If he couldn't do it, and he tried, he'd look like a complete idiot.

"'M not sure if I can do it." "That's fine," she smiled, "I can teach you, it's easier doing it in a pool though. Maybe we should wait until Mo comes back."

"Wait, so how do you know Mo? Are you his neighbor or somethin'?" "Yeah, me and Mo go way back."

Glitch analyzed her; she looked like she could be a dancer, but she had no muscles. She's wearing short-shorts, so she must be very comfortable around people and she has honey-dew green eyes, she looked like some kind of Asian, but Glitch wasn't sure. Not a lot of Asians had green eyes. He was an exception, of course.

"Do you want to wait for Mo?" She asked. "Nah, we should get as much practice in as possible. Can you dance?"

She became uncomfortable, "Not really… I can't do much." "I can teach you," Glitch's voice became eager. He hadn't meant to say those words aloud. He couldn't even dance properly yet himself. "No, that's not it. You see, I don't have a lot of muscles, 'cause my bones are weak and I cant build it up. I can't drink milk, so, I don't have enough calcium to keep me going."

Glitch shouldn't have said anything, he regretted it. What could he say now to make her feel better? "That's not bad, look at me. I'm short and I won't get taller." Classic, insult yourself to make others feel better, he should've thought of it sooner. She laughed, it sounded like the tinkling of bells. "Don't worry though, you'll get taller, your only…" "Four-teen." "Four-teen, yeah! You got eight years to go! I bet you could grow to six feet!"

"I bet that in the next four years, I'll still be shorter than you." She smiled and said, "I'm only five-five. You're definitely going to loose."

"I feel a challenge coming on!" Glitch was glad that he got Avalon's mind off her 'milk problems'.

She smiled even wider and asked, "Am I 'gonna help you dance or what?"