Author: Firegirl
PG13 - Parents Suggested; Vulgar language, Crude humor.
http://HeatFireGirl.tripod.com -- Heat Lover's (English Version)
http://www20.brinkster.com/cosplay -- Candy-Coated Cosplay
I DO NOT OWN BUST A GROOVE, BUST A MOVE, OR ANYTHING RELATED
TO IT! DAMN! This fanfic is purely written by me, using friends names, and the like. If
anything incidental has happened, this is total fiction, so it can't be helped. =D
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CHAPTER I - FREE YOUR GROOVE, FIREGIRL!
It was a sunny, warm, day when Sarah woke up. Little did she know, she was in for a big
surprise. It was her the day before her birthday, and she had slept late once again. She
rubbed her eyes while she turned on the radio. It blurted into her ear, saying, "Yo Dancing
fans! Ya'll ready for tha Bust a Move Tournament? It's tomorrow!!! You're favorite
dancers will be there! Don't forget to sign up with your team!"
"OH NO!!! Tomorrow's my birthday, what am I going to do? I can't register now, it's too
late!" She screamed in frustration. It was bad enough she couldn't go! She would kill for a
spot on a team. Of course, she knew none of her friends would have gone anyway. She
was crushed! Sarah whined and covered her face with her arm, and slammed back into her
pillow.
******
"Sweetie, I'm home!" a female voice cried.
"Hmm, Mom's home," Sarah thought to herself. "Maybe... No, just forget it Sarah, you'd
never make it as a dancer anyway. I like to do it, but not as my profession."
"How are you, honey? Sleep good?" Sarah's mother asked as she entered her room.
"Fine, I guess. I'm kind of mad though. See, there's this tournament and I....." She trailed
off.
"What kind of tournament? Cosplay or something?"
"Hmm, not quite. It's the Bust A Move Dance Tournament. I would really like to go, but I
bet it's already filled up and all, so it doesn't even matter anyway." She said, her eyes
glassing over as she stared at her Ryo-ohki plush.
Her mom's eyes widened. Little did Sarah know, her mother had entered her in the contest
before it was advertised. Her mom knew about it right away, and called for her to be in. It
was limited to 3 teams. She got lucky, because Dawn and two other people were all
team-free, so her mom timed it perfectly! Her mom decided not to say anything.
"I'm sorry Sarah, I just don't know. Who knows what kind of weird people could be there?
I guess it was just for the best. Plus, I've heard things like that are so hard to be in anyway.
Who knows if they'd let more than 15 people in, and maybe there was an age restriction?
You just never know honey."
"Shorty though! She's only 15! Oh nevermind..." This time she stared at her poster of
Fireboy hanging on the wall to avoid her eyes being seen.
******
She wanted to punch a whole through the wall. At that moment, she wanted to cry and
scream and kill at the same time.
"THIS ISN'T FAIR!!! WHY DO I ALWAYS GET SCREWED OUT OF
EVERYTHING?!" Her eyes getting glassy again and she could feel water coming out of
her eyes. "Stop crying you jerk. Damnit stop, you're being stupid." Sarah wiped her eyes
and walked out of her room, to the upstairs. Her brother was away at college, so he
wouldn't be home. The PS2 was still in order, so she popped in Dance Dance Revolution
7th Mix and hooked up her dance pad.
"I'm going to dance all of my dreams, nights, fears, and days away! This is the only way to
do it," she thought. "I'll improve on my rave style, and I WILL be in that tournament next
time! Next time, I will show you all who Firegirl is!"
With that, she loaded her game, and started flipping out her eye-catching freestyle rave
moves.
"Kitty-N would be proud," she giggled to herself.
TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER II - FINALLY THE FIREGIRL
PG13 - Parents Suggested; Vulgar language, Crude humor.
http://HeatFireGirl.tripod.com -- Heat Lover's (English Version)
http://www20.brinkster.com/cosplay -- Candy-Coated Cosplay
I DO NOT OWN BUST A GROOVE, BUST A MOVE, OR ANYTHING RELATED
TO IT! DAMN! This fanfic is purely written by me, using friends names, and the like. If
anything incidental has happened, this is total fiction, so it can't be helped. =D
---------------------
CHAPTER I - FREE YOUR GROOVE, FIREGIRL!
It was a sunny, warm, day when Sarah woke up. Little did she know, she was in for a big
surprise. It was her the day before her birthday, and she had slept late once again. She
rubbed her eyes while she turned on the radio. It blurted into her ear, saying, "Yo Dancing
fans! Ya'll ready for tha Bust a Move Tournament? It's tomorrow!!! You're favorite
dancers will be there! Don't forget to sign up with your team!"
"OH NO!!! Tomorrow's my birthday, what am I going to do? I can't register now, it's too
late!" She screamed in frustration. It was bad enough she couldn't go! She would kill for a
spot on a team. Of course, she knew none of her friends would have gone anyway. She
was crushed! Sarah whined and covered her face with her arm, and slammed back into her
pillow.
******
"Sweetie, I'm home!" a female voice cried.
"Hmm, Mom's home," Sarah thought to herself. "Maybe... No, just forget it Sarah, you'd
never make it as a dancer anyway. I like to do it, but not as my profession."
"How are you, honey? Sleep good?" Sarah's mother asked as she entered her room.
"Fine, I guess. I'm kind of mad though. See, there's this tournament and I....." She trailed
off.
"What kind of tournament? Cosplay or something?"
"Hmm, not quite. It's the Bust A Move Dance Tournament. I would really like to go, but I
bet it's already filled up and all, so it doesn't even matter anyway." She said, her eyes
glassing over as she stared at her Ryo-ohki plush.
Her mom's eyes widened. Little did Sarah know, her mother had entered her in the contest
before it was advertised. Her mom knew about it right away, and called for her to be in. It
was limited to 3 teams. She got lucky, because Dawn and two other people were all
team-free, so her mom timed it perfectly! Her mom decided not to say anything.
"I'm sorry Sarah, I just don't know. Who knows what kind of weird people could be there?
I guess it was just for the best. Plus, I've heard things like that are so hard to be in anyway.
Who knows if they'd let more than 15 people in, and maybe there was an age restriction?
You just never know honey."
"Shorty though! She's only 15! Oh nevermind..." This time she stared at her poster of
Fireboy hanging on the wall to avoid her eyes being seen.
******
She wanted to punch a whole through the wall. At that moment, she wanted to cry and
scream and kill at the same time.
"THIS ISN'T FAIR!!! WHY DO I ALWAYS GET SCREWED OUT OF
EVERYTHING?!" Her eyes getting glassy again and she could feel water coming out of
her eyes. "Stop crying you jerk. Damnit stop, you're being stupid." Sarah wiped her eyes
and walked out of her room, to the upstairs. Her brother was away at college, so he
wouldn't be home. The PS2 was still in order, so she popped in Dance Dance Revolution
7th Mix and hooked up her dance pad.
"I'm going to dance all of my dreams, nights, fears, and days away! This is the only way to
do it," she thought. "I'll improve on my rave style, and I WILL be in that tournament next
time! Next time, I will show you all who Firegirl is!"
With that, she loaded her game, and started flipping out her eye-catching freestyle rave
moves.
"Kitty-N would be proud," she giggled to herself.
TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER II - FINALLY THE FIREGIRL