Stage 4: Midnight Blaze
I expected myself hitting the hard floor and a kid who scammed out of nowhere would point a finger and go "ha-ha!". Instead, I found myself within the arms of someone I'd never forget about. But he was not "him". If only I fell into "his" arms…
"Are you all right?" a pretty smile… blonde hair, round face. At least he's friendly.
"I… guess I am." I jutted the words out of my mouth, and withdrew myself quickly to regain my cool posture.
"Exhausted already, I see?" he smiled again. It really was a pretty smile, I had to admit, "It happens when you are new to the game… ur, shit, almost forgot to introduce myself. I'm Blaze."
I don't want to tell some stranger my name, even though from his height and build, I'd say that he's around 19, like me. I turn to my quick wit for some shitty answers.
"Alice."
"Nice name. Nice to meet you."
"Ur… same here."
"Want to play some more? Or are you a little tired?" Blaze pointed to the DDR machine. After my thought processed some simple logic, my positive attitude toward him drops out to negative one thousand and maxed 300.
"No… thanks."
"Are you sure? You were doing great back there. I've seen newcomers failed faster than you did."
Was I now, or is he just getting on to me? Let me guess. I little bit from column A, and hell a lot from column B. You're blushing, dumb fuck.
"I'll pay for your game."
Fuck me for being a poor sap.
So through out the morning, he had taught me not to follow what the game instructions said, to alternate my feet, to follow the rhythm instead of the arrows. I'm sure that someone had said to some friend who was playing on this very same DDR machine before. I also remembered clearly that no one had ever told me these instructions before that day, because technically, I had no friends, thanks to my social anxiety disorder and my parent's reluctance to admit that I have a "problem" and that I need a therapist.
I felt surprised that instead of cursing at the machine, now I'm more concerned about hitting the back arrow accurately. By the end of the hour, I was finally able to pass Only You on my own without having Blaze dishing out fancy maniac steps next to me to keep my groove bar alive.
After a few hours of sweaty exercise, Blaze complimented me for great games and jogged out of the building. It was only then that I realized if everyone else was suppose to be in class, so should he be… and my women's instinct told me that he did not have his lecture canceled.
I expected myself hitting the hard floor and a kid who scammed out of nowhere would point a finger and go "ha-ha!". Instead, I found myself within the arms of someone I'd never forget about. But he was not "him". If only I fell into "his" arms…
"Are you all right?" a pretty smile… blonde hair, round face. At least he's friendly.
"I… guess I am." I jutted the words out of my mouth, and withdrew myself quickly to regain my cool posture.
"Exhausted already, I see?" he smiled again. It really was a pretty smile, I had to admit, "It happens when you are new to the game… ur, shit, almost forgot to introduce myself. I'm Blaze."
I don't want to tell some stranger my name, even though from his height and build, I'd say that he's around 19, like me. I turn to my quick wit for some shitty answers.
"Alice."
"Nice name. Nice to meet you."
"Ur… same here."
"Want to play some more? Or are you a little tired?" Blaze pointed to the DDR machine. After my thought processed some simple logic, my positive attitude toward him drops out to negative one thousand and maxed 300.
"No… thanks."
"Are you sure? You were doing great back there. I've seen newcomers failed faster than you did."
Was I now, or is he just getting on to me? Let me guess. I little bit from column A, and hell a lot from column B. You're blushing, dumb fuck.
"I'll pay for your game."
Fuck me for being a poor sap.
So through out the morning, he had taught me not to follow what the game instructions said, to alternate my feet, to follow the rhythm instead of the arrows. I'm sure that someone had said to some friend who was playing on this very same DDR machine before. I also remembered clearly that no one had ever told me these instructions before that day, because technically, I had no friends, thanks to my social anxiety disorder and my parent's reluctance to admit that I have a "problem" and that I need a therapist.
I felt surprised that instead of cursing at the machine, now I'm more concerned about hitting the back arrow accurately. By the end of the hour, I was finally able to pass Only You on my own without having Blaze dishing out fancy maniac steps next to me to keep my groove bar alive.
After a few hours of sweaty exercise, Blaze complimented me for great games and jogged out of the building. It was only then that I realized if everyone else was suppose to be in class, so should he be… and my women's instinct told me that he did not have his lecture canceled.