Dancing Queen
Chapter Eight: First Lesson
"A beauty pageant?"
Richie nodded vigorously handing her a newspaper cut out.
The Traditional Lien City's Beauty Pageant Lives On
What thought to be the end of the normal yearly pageant has become a last stand. Amber and Yasuo Ketchum together are bringing forth the most talented and beautiful women they can find to bring back the spunk of the old contests. If you would like to enter please contact Yasuo at the Beauty Talent Agency: 698-PKMN-BEAUTY
"I can get you in with my father. And Brock offered to train you," Amber smiled, "I'm sure you can win. It's easy."
"I doubt that very seriously." Misty gazed over at Richie, "So what are you doing here?
"My older sister, Grace, is one of the judges. She got me into the judging as well," Richie beamed.
"You're a judge?"
"Don't worry, Misty. That won't count against you!" Richie laughed sheepishly.
Misty looked down at the dd again, "How will this help me get closer to Ash?"
Richie and Amber turned both bright red at this. They began rubbing the backs of their necks absentmindedly.
"You'll see…" They said in unison.
Misty blinked.
Brock circled around Misty like a vulture. She found herself shaking with nerves. She had never had someone look her up so closely before and she didn't enjoy it.
"Well, you'll do." Brock grinned once her turned to face Misty again, "You just need a few touches and you'll be perfect… it's your etiquette that I'm afraid of."
Misty shrugged, "I have better manners then Ash."
"That's not saying much," Brock smirked. "But we can fix that. Though maybe he should be taking these lessons too."
"I doubt he would like that," Misty snickered.
"Yes. He wouldn't," Brock smiled, "Now for your first lesson. Walk to that wall. Touch it and come back to me."
Misty looked over to the wall opposite which Brock had gestured to. She didn't think this was much of a lesson. She walked to wall. Brock was scowling when she returned.
"What was that?"
"What was what?"
"That looked like Ash when he is dying of hunger."
Misty looked stunned, "It's called walking."
"That is called terrible. Try it again and this time really walk."
Misty walked to the wall again and again Brock ridiculed her.
"You looked like you legs don't bend. Do you legs bend?"
"Yes." Misty growled finding these lessons tiresome.
"Try it again…"
"My Grandmother walks better then that!"
"Lift your feet. Glide!"
"More graceful! More oof!"
"Come on, Misty. That looks like a Totodile waddle!"
"Lift from the butt-ox!"
By the end of the afternoon Misty was exhausted and extremely annoyed. Because she checked out of her room of that hotel she could no longer get back in. Amber gave her a ticket into the hotel all the other contestants were using. Holiday Inn.
Misty fumbled with her cumbersome bags of clothing (Brock had given her dresses to try out); digging into her pocket for the door key. Unfortunately, her heavy purse dropped onto her foot. She yelped in pain. Flushing with anger, she stabbed the key into the socket and turned.
The door behind her opened quietly behind her.
"Misty?" A voice gasped.
Misty spun about to see a very tired looking Ash. He gazed over her bags and then back to her face. It was then Misty realized how late it must have been. Brock had told her to hurry back to the hotel but Misty was too hungry and went out to eat. It was a good thing Brock didn't know. He had told her of the diet she was expected to take.
"You need help?" Ash offered sleepily.
"No," Misty snapped
"That's funny, Misty," He let out a small yawn. "I could of sworn that you were leaving for Cerulean."
"Well, I found I have more important business here."
Ash looked at her curiously. He let out another yawn.
"As long as it doesn't mess with mine," And with that he turned and shut the door.
"I am so going kill Amber," Misty growled opening her door. "She did that on purpose."
Misty went to sleep that night for her last rest-filled night. The race was on.
Amber sat with Richie at the breakfast table smiling.
"Do you think she suspects? I mean… all the hints? The same hotel. You're his cousin after all."
"Nah, she doesn't have a clue. And it will stay that way… for now," Amber grinned. "Coco puffs?"
"Yes please," Richie smiled holding out a bowl.
There was a small silence, "I hope this works…"
"It will, Richie. It's fail proof."
To Be Continued…
Please r + r!
This next chapter will be really funny…
