Jeff's Pov (still :D)
I watched as Stitches wasn't in the normal costume. No, this one wasn't meant for getting messy and getting blood splattered all over you. Stitches wasn't wearing the usual jeans and armored top with a sword, nope. She was in an orange tank top with a short black skirt, what's more, she was dancing. The stereo in her room was blasting music. I could it ringing in my ears, "Yeah they tell me that Imma bad boy. All the ladies look at me and act coy. Just like to put my hands up in the air!"
I swear this was strange. I was just watching her move across the floor, and I felt like I was the person singing. I never knew music could move a person so much. Once again the voice came just blasting about so much that it shook the mansion, "I want that girl dancing over there. Look at her go, she's amazing. When she moves, oh I want more. Keep it going girl, like I've got an encore. You got me saying, go little bad girl, little bad girl. Go little bad girl, little bad girl."
When I was still feeling this strange feeling, I crept closer and closer to her bed. I was barely able to keep my eyes above the rim so she wouldn't see me. A new song started and Stitches whole face lit up. I thought the first one was loud enough. So it kind of shocked me when she turned the speakers from loud, to blasting.
It also kinda shocked me when Stitches started singing, "So baby turn it up 'cause the speakers got to boom. And yeah, I like it rough, til' the walls are coming through. I like it loud!"
Ever so slowly Stitches began to move, it was gentle and easy, "Listen up baby we don't have much time. We don't need a potion because my kiss is number nine. From the day I met you, this is my obsession."
Her movements got more wild and seemed to jerk, yet at the same time she seemed to float. Her moves seemed more powerful by the second, "I'm thick skin tough as a push pin. Don't be dancing around on my feelings. Bitch, I'm a vixen. This is my sick obsession I like it loud!" That was the end.
She tried to do a flip onto her bed, but miscalculated. Instead she flipped, and landed on me. Crap...
A blush crept up onto her face, "You've been here the whole time Jeff?"
I nodded sheepishly, "Uh yeah..."
I thought she was going to slap me across the face. Well, I was wrong. Stitches grabbed my arm, "Come on then Jeff. You've taught me how to kill, I'm going to teach you how to dance."
The next thing I knew, Stitches had my arm and was leading me across the carpet.
I sighed slightly as I was being led to the middle of Stitches' room. The carpet was zebra patterned and the radio kept blasting songs. It stormed violently outside and yet she was still cheerful, how? Lightning flashed across the sky lighting up the whole room. Thunder boomed and shook the whole room rattling shelves.
I have to admit it, I was kinda nervous. I mean, what if I just totally screwed up? I looked at the ground nervously, "You sure you're still going to make me do this? I mean...what if I break something?"
Stitches just laughed, "You crazy Jeff? I don't mind if you break anything, except for my radio, T.V, and CD player, break them, and I'll hurt you. Anyways, yes I'm sure. I'm just going to teach you how to dance. It's not like I'm teaching you how to assassinate ninjas or something," Her fingers went to my face, "First you need to understand something...and feel it."
I nodded shyly, "What is it?"
Stitches smiled, "Dancing, is like dreaming with your feet. You have to feel it and believe it. You have to understand the music, and just let loose. There's things with catchy beats, horrible classy things like the waltz, creepy music that belly dancers listen to, metal, and rock. I can deal with a few of them, but two, I bet you can guess which two?"
I nodded, "Yeah, what's the difference in the genre though?"
Stitches just smirked this time, "You'll know, believe me. Some songs you only want to sing too, some make you fall asleep, some you just want to dance too. People react differently. I prefer upbeat ones for dancing. If you pick something like Beethoven though I'm killing you."
I nodded. Okay something upbeat...I looked through the songs she'd been listening to recently, Bad Girl, and I like it loud were labeled as upbeat. I guess that's what I needed. I picked up a CD labeled: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger by Daft Punk (New Radio Version)
Stitches glanced at the label, "Oh yes I love that one," She then placed it in her CD player and the music blasted. It sounded electro somehow. Around the world. It repeated in an electronic like robot voice. I sighed sadly and began dancing. Stitches started cheering and laughed occasionally She joined in eventually though.
Okay so the songs:
1. Little Bad Girl by David Guetta Link:
watch?v=bBl47s-OwaE
2. Like it Loud by Myah Marie Link: watch?v=IfLVu6i76kM
And holy heck O_O thanks for the review you guys, they really are appreciated :3