*Finishes typing and wipers forehead* Oh my it took way too long to upload this story. I am deeply sorry. Next upload will be in a few days at most, I hope... Have a fabulous break.=)-LLL Oh and super ultra special thanks to Bahamut Crisis Core for the name of Drame's dance crew!

Scene 2: Change of Plans

The announcer smiled back at Drame, and raised his hands. "Alrigh ladies and gentleman, we doing it. Drame, you go first."

Drame inclined his head and dug his hands out of his pocket.

The song began: As the song began, Drame slid forward on the heels of his feet and then moonwalked in a circle before completing a 540 aerial twist and landing in a full-split. Rising at Shorty got that super thang hotter than the sun in the South of spain, he spun and smiled. He slithered forward on his knees, his mouth open and smiling as he made his body rubber, and his legs snapped from side to side. My pockets started tickiliang, the way she dropped below that thang: Drame empitied his pockets and then started Dougieing, spreading his legs and getting fly as he crossed his necks in front of his groin and leaned from side to side as he Cat-Daddied. She getting popping, dropping, locking that birthday cake, he shoved his right arm out in front of him before slicing his left hand vertically, and then jerking and isolating his different body parts before he spinning to the ground and then springing into his next position. Right before the chorus, he executed a gymnastics Roundoff to an upside-down Aerial Upside-Down Spinning Top, and then landed in a Flux Freeze, which looked like he was a leaning Weeping Willow in a storm. The crowd gasped and roared as Drame held the freeze to a complete stop, the control to stop the momentum came with only being a master of the move, and Drame's face was a smile, not a grimace or sign of strain. Ending it as the chorus began, Bboy Brigade started his arsenal of stunts, starting with some TopRock, then going into a Helicopter, and then a FloorSweeper, before flaring and Air-Flaring before twisting up, and landing in a Ball, and then ending in a Baby Freeze.

Drame rolled forward as the main chorus, That little shorty fire burning on the dance floor, and then did five Rubber Bands, falling back onto his upper back, pushing up to his feet to his arms, only to then throw himself back to the ground and catch himself before he hit it. Rising up on one hand, before Hand-Hopping to the beat, and descending and then ending in an air-chair. Then, hopping multiple times like the Cricket, and pushing himself up into a standing pose. He slid back and then rolling over, ended with a front head slide that ended in a Hollow-back the nearly touched the ground. As he walked back the final chourus began, popping dropping that birthday cake, Bboy Brigade started to Flare again, then went into a Cricket before he pushed up off the ground, pulled it with his hands, and commenced the Windmill, with hands however by the time gotta cool her down arrived. As he pushed off the ground after completing a few rounds, he air-flared once more, and then while in mid-air got to his feet, jumped, and ended in a half-split. He ended with a roundhouse kick slide into a half-split as Sean Kingston's voice faded away into the background.

The song ended, and the crowd shouted, "Drame!" Bboy Brigade look at them with confusion, and then pointed at Drame. "This ain't over kid. You gonna regret this."

"Is it my fault that you suck so badly that the crowd doesn't like you?" was his unfazed reply. Brigade's eyes widened, but he walked off the stage. Smiling, Drame watched as his crew ran to him. "Nice moves sir." Sahara teased while pecking him on the cheek. She knew he liked her, but he liked her alot more than she thought. The announcer quelled a very rambunctious crowd.

"Allrigh allrigh! We just witnessed some truly cool dancing. Now, two crews are to cap off the performances tonight, but we'll be here every night, because what's our motto?"

The roar was deafening, even Drame and his group joined in, it was so ingrained. "Don't Stop Tho Flow!" The whole 8000 person stadium chanted, and then a person started the Wave, arms grabbed arms as everyone moved up and down, and a person at the very end did the Seizure on the ground, as if the Flow was an electric shock. Several people near him laughed and the announcer regained himself.

"Tonight my brothers and sisters, elders and ancestors, I present to you, the Tennessee Tremors, who are actually from Tennessee, and your returning favorites: The Unpredictable!" The Tennessee Tremors all wore orange hats, and baggy clothing. There were seven of them, four women and three men. The men were each tall, but skinny, not lean, but almost malnourished looking while the women were more stockish. Sahara glanced at Drame, who had been looking at her as soon as they walked onto the oiled, wooden stage. She glided over to him, her face near his ear. "The women must be power dancers, the TT are famous for their hardcore toprock."

Drame's thin eyebrow went up. "How hardcore?"

Sahara chuckled. "They aren't going to take off their clothes like the Alcolytes did last year Drame! Jeez, let that go."

"Uhuh, you said that last year too..."

"After I stopped laughing yes."

Drame rolled his eyes playfully, and took a good look at the crew. They were arranged in a typical four in the back three in the front. Drame noticed the men were in front, and the women in the back. "Sahara, what do you think of the men?"

Sahara's eyes flashed for a second. "That they can't dance."

"Anyone can dance."Drame argued. Sahara shook her head, sending her long red hair into his face. He sputtered while she laughed. "We'll continue this talk later."she promised, and led the Unpredictable onto the stage, fist-punping the air and jumping. The crowd roared, tossing flowers, coins, pieces of paper, embroidery into a glorifying rain that covered both teams. Drame tilted his head up and spread his arms, closing his eyes as he soaked up the energy that the radiant crowd emitted, allowing himself to fill with the infectious thum. While he saw black, Sahara watched him out the corner of her eye, and fixed her hat. When Drame's eyes opened, he caught her gaze, and winked bashfully. She gave him a smile and the Unpredictable got into their formation, with Sahara and Sam taking the front, Ret and Jean in a straight line behind them, and Drame walked away from his crew, holding his hands in his pocket and facing his head down.

"Alrigh my people. The serenation has been completed. Which crew wants to go first?" The announcer asked. The Tennesee Tremors clapped, the men thumping their chests. Drame hoped they would break their sternums from the force they inflicted on their diaphanous endoskeletons, the men seemed like they weighed no more than 100 pounds each. The crowd roared one final time, and the announcer smiled. "Alrigh crowd. We have our three judges, and yourselves to see which crew gets the 1000 dollar prize tanight!" A note was suddenly passed to him. "Oh...it appears that the crews will not be dancing to "Bad Boy" by OdC. Instead, they will be dancing to "WildFire", by SlickJelSchool."

The Unpredictable quickly exchanged confused glances before Drame looked at the judges, and then back at the TT. They were exchanging smiles and nods.

"Oh, the dirty bastards want to cheat and dance to a song that they have a routine for. Fine! We aren't called the Unpredictable for nothing!"

And the song began...