Move Your Heart, Groove Your Soul
A/N- After playing the game (and being a dancer myself. It's now my most favorite game… besides FFVII), I though it would be a good idea to write this fic. Even if you're a Frida hater, you might enjoy this story. I'm going to try and develop all the characters from the first game as well as Comet too. I'm not completely sure to where this is going, so I'm just winging it.
Oh, and if you want a few of the characters to be couples, then just say so and I'll see what I can do. ^-^
(Note: The prologue takes places two years before the game, but the first chapter is set a week or so before the competition with all you're favorite dancers. ^-^)
Prologue:~ Two years before the first 'Bust a Move/Groove' competition a k a game~
The song was coming to an end… it was almost her turn to perform.
Forcing the lump in her throat to go down, she took in a frigid breath of air to calm her nerves. 'I'm up next…' she thought, peeking from behind the stage curtain at her place backstage. Even in the darkness of the theater, she could see just how big the audience really was, making her more nervous by the second. The only lights around were shining onstage where a girl her age was finishing up her solo dance, sweating and trying to keep up with the ending beat while smiling all the while.
With another deep breath, she gazed down at her costume to double check if it was presentable. She designed it herself, but it was Comet who encouraged her to wear it for this solo dance. A simple pair of shimmering white jazz pants with similar dark blue material on the sides of her lower legs, accompanied with four blue belts, one going around her waist, another tilting on an angle, and the last two clamped around to top of her upper legs. The same blue and white fabric made up her V-neck style halter-top and long, bell-bottom sleeves that wrapped around her arms, being held there by elastics and leaving her shoulders bear. Comet did her shoulder length blue hairs into little braids, along with doing up her face up with bright and glittery make-up, and topping it all off was a sparkling white cowboy hat.
After pulling on her halter top to see if it would cover a little more of her upper stomach, but to no prevail, she decided she looked fairly respectable and if she flashed the judges, she could give blame to Comet for making the top too small. "This is the last time I let Comet talk me into something." She muttered to herself, remembering Comet's constant pestering for her to wear the costume she drew, then how Comet wanted to help her with making it. Shrugging it off, she positioned herself properly on the floor for some last minute leg stretches so she wouldn't pull a muscle in mid dance.
"Frida!" A childish voice called. The audible clapping of a pair of tap shoes on the wooden floor grew louder and louder till they came to a screeching stop in front of her. Frida looked up from her place on the ground to see the cheerful face of her look alike, younger sister, Comet. The blue haired, hazel eyed, thirteen-year old girl had a tap solo, which she dressed up in a cowgirl outfit made up of a glittery jean skirt with matching jacket and a plain white t-shirt with a red cloth tied around her slim neck. Her face was covered in glitter and bright make-up too, and her hair was done up in two curly pigtails with a glittery jean cowboy hat on top. "Frida, you're next! Are you ready?" The girl chirped.
Frida gave her immature sister a weak smile. "I think so…but I'm not sure if I'm stretched enough."
"Sure you are, Sis! You're wicked flexible, more then me! No one can kick their leg to their head as easily as you can!" Comet said cheerfully. She was just a little distracted at scratching her tanned arm that was covered with an irritable cotton shirt, so Comet's words weren't as embolden as they would have been.
Finally satisfying the itch, she looked back down at her older sister, only now noticing the tensed look in her hazel eyes and the sweat trailing down her tanned forehead. "Are you nervous?"
Hearing the song end and the crowd clap for the dancer, Frida jumped to her feet and dusted off her hands. Staring out onstage, Frida turned to give her sister a flustered look. "A little…"
"Well don't get your panties in a bunch Frida. You're the best dancer I know, better then me!" Comet said playfully, than growing as serious as a hyperactive teenager could. "You finally made it here in the State Dancing Finals. All your hard work and endless practicing has finally paid off. In a minute, the whole country will see just how amazing a dancer you really are! The audience will go wild at your cool moves and the judges will love your dance style!"
"And now dancing is fifteen-year old Frida!"
Grinning, Comet pushed her sister closer to the curtain. "Go on, and show them what you're made of."
Nodding, Frida walked to the edge of the curtain, just out of view of the crowd, hesitating for a minute. She could hear the audience cheering and two voices above them all, her parents, calling out her name and saying encouraging yet embarrassing words.
Turning back to face her sister, she quickly ran up to her and gave her a hug, whispering thanks.
"No problem, Sis." Comet paused, looking at Frida. "Just promise me one thing."
"And what would that be?" Frida asked.
"That no matter what, if one of us can't go out there and dance for some reason, the other will dance in their place."
Frida blinked, gazing down into her little sister's pleading, hazel eyes. With a sigh, she raised her hands in defeat, giving in to her sister's request. "Sure Comet. As they say, the show must go on!"
Comet hugged her again quickly, smiling fondly at Frida as she watched her sister strolls out onstage with a newly regained attitude and confidence in her, already in character and ready to dance. "Break a leg Frida!" Comet called out.
Frida blushed lightly, getting in her starting pose. Her nerves were calm now, like most times when the music was about to start. Dancing was in her blood, just like Comet and her mother. And like them, the though of just moving her body to a beat made her heart sing. From the corner of her eye, see could see Comet giving two thumbs up like she always did backstage.
Frida gave a small, barely noticeable nodded, and with a big smile plastered on her face, the music started and her soul moved.
She was ready to bust a groove…
It's a pity that after this dance, nothing will ever be the same for the two sisters… ever…
Disclaimer: I do not own Move a Move/Groove, nor helped in its creation. *pouts* I do own this story, it's plot and ideas, and future characters that are not in either of the games unless said otherwise. Thank you. ^-^