The broadcast covered all of New York as the DDR event was just one day away from beginning. The entire thing had drawn a crowd as people arrived from all over and reporters gathered to report the event. Lorili Timson was no different.
"Just hours before the annual DDR event and dancers from all over the world have already gathered to participate. Now the biggest news this year is the tragic murder of famed DCer Louis Patriarch as America's Konami King and there is a lot of talk if long time friend and DC second Daren McCoy as The Blue Wolf can fill the large shoes of this DC great. With over 300 participants there is an added bonus as this year's champion will have the opportunity to take the mantle of DC King and with so much talent and skill this year, anything could happen.
Now I've just gotten word that the newest participant in the DC events is Jen Patriarch, daughter of Louis Patriarch. Jen is 14, making her the youngest DC fighter aside from Ireland's own Pixie. It will be exciting to see what this new development will bring as we follow this young girl's progress througout the tournament."
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Talon looked at Konemi. She wore black leather flares and her usal black shoes. Her top was red with a white streak that went from her neck and down to the botom on both sides. It had short round sleeves and exposed the belly. She wore her usual plaid beret that had been on her head so often Talon could barely picture the girl without it. "Sure you can do this?"
Konemi looked at the other dancers, the stages already set up for the matches and she nodded. "I know I can."
"Best DCers in the world."
The girl looked at her friend. "So was my father."
Talon bowed his head, smiling. "Ya sure. Just be careful. Who's your first opponent."
"Singapore. The Black Fist."
"Well that sounds nice'n friendly."
"He's right over there."
Talon looked at the guy who looked like he was nearly 7 feet tall. He wore a colorful outfit that bore a resemblence to his respective country and a short black glove so well fitted it appeared to have grown off his hand. "Hm. Friendly lookin guy ain't he? Look Jen, just cuz your dad taught you how to dance don't mean your the best. Don't go gettin too down if ya drop out after the first few matches."
"You're calling me Jen now."
Talon smiled. "Ya, I guess I am. Hey it's a nice name and no sense waistin it."
Konemi nodded. "Ya. I'll be fine Talon."
"Why do ya always wear that beret anyway?"
Konemi smiled. "Because my father gave it to me."
Talon watched the girl approach the dance stage, his heart jumping into his throat. Every screen in the room switched on as some showed Konemi and others showed Black Fist, both stepped onto the stage as the visors were inspected, then handed over to the participants. Konemi put onh her visor and switched it on, the information flooding in through the small screen and over her eyes. The screen slowed as the song popped up reavealing for the first time what she would be dancing to. It was Sandstorm this time by Darude, an old beat but still used. In fact there were so many songs used it was near impossible to study and practice every song used in the tournament, that was how it was supposed to be. You had to think on your feet.
The beat and movement began slow, quickly picking up. Her feetmoved quickly as her body went with the music, her entire focus diverted to this one dance. She looked briefly a her opponent, who exchanged the same look with her. When the beat hit Black Fist kicked his leg out at Konemi and touched on her square, forcing the girl to jump over and use Singapore's square.
Talon scowled. "He can't do that!"
Tremor nodded. "Actually, it's legal."
Talon sat back and crossed his arms. "Legal. Yea right."
Konemi continued dancing, now aware of Black Fist as the music continued. Her feet moved in fluid movements as she took her arm and let it carry her around until she came back to face her original position and the song ended.
The points continued to climb up as the audience cheered and clapped. When they stopped Konemi and Talon breathed a sigh of releaf, Konemi was the winner. The entire audience screamed and cheered and for a moment Konemi was reminded of the days of her father. Tremor smiled. "Alright. Boss can't fire me now."
Talon looked at his friend. "Fire you?"
"Well when he found out I signed up to sponser an unknown dancer he was needless to say, upset. But seein as how Jen made it through the first round, I'd say we're clear for now."
Tremor stood up. "Well. See ya tommorow Wish Konemi luck for me."
"Hey where you goin?"
Tremor smiled, not answering as he left the stands. Talon just sighed and started to make his way down to congradualte Konemi.
"Just hours before the annual DDR event and dancers from all over the world have already gathered to participate. Now the biggest news this year is the tragic murder of famed DCer Louis Patriarch as America's Konami King and there is a lot of talk if long time friend and DC second Daren McCoy as The Blue Wolf can fill the large shoes of this DC great. With over 300 participants there is an added bonus as this year's champion will have the opportunity to take the mantle of DC King and with so much talent and skill this year, anything could happen.
Now I've just gotten word that the newest participant in the DC events is Jen Patriarch, daughter of Louis Patriarch. Jen is 14, making her the youngest DC fighter aside from Ireland's own Pixie. It will be exciting to see what this new development will bring as we follow this young girl's progress througout the tournament."
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Talon looked at Konemi. She wore black leather flares and her usal black shoes. Her top was red with a white streak that went from her neck and down to the botom on both sides. It had short round sleeves and exposed the belly. She wore her usual plaid beret that had been on her head so often Talon could barely picture the girl without it. "Sure you can do this?"
Konemi looked at the other dancers, the stages already set up for the matches and she nodded. "I know I can."
"Best DCers in the world."
The girl looked at her friend. "So was my father."
Talon bowed his head, smiling. "Ya sure. Just be careful. Who's your first opponent."
"Singapore. The Black Fist."
"Well that sounds nice'n friendly."
"He's right over there."
Talon looked at the guy who looked like he was nearly 7 feet tall. He wore a colorful outfit that bore a resemblence to his respective country and a short black glove so well fitted it appeared to have grown off his hand. "Hm. Friendly lookin guy ain't he? Look Jen, just cuz your dad taught you how to dance don't mean your the best. Don't go gettin too down if ya drop out after the first few matches."
"You're calling me Jen now."
Talon smiled. "Ya, I guess I am. Hey it's a nice name and no sense waistin it."
Konemi nodded. "Ya. I'll be fine Talon."
"Why do ya always wear that beret anyway?"
Konemi smiled. "Because my father gave it to me."
Talon watched the girl approach the dance stage, his heart jumping into his throat. Every screen in the room switched on as some showed Konemi and others showed Black Fist, both stepped onto the stage as the visors were inspected, then handed over to the participants. Konemi put onh her visor and switched it on, the information flooding in through the small screen and over her eyes. The screen slowed as the song popped up reavealing for the first time what she would be dancing to. It was Sandstorm this time by Darude, an old beat but still used. In fact there were so many songs used it was near impossible to study and practice every song used in the tournament, that was how it was supposed to be. You had to think on your feet.
The beat and movement began slow, quickly picking up. Her feetmoved quickly as her body went with the music, her entire focus diverted to this one dance. She looked briefly a her opponent, who exchanged the same look with her. When the beat hit Black Fist kicked his leg out at Konemi and touched on her square, forcing the girl to jump over and use Singapore's square.
Talon scowled. "He can't do that!"
Tremor nodded. "Actually, it's legal."
Talon sat back and crossed his arms. "Legal. Yea right."
Konemi continued dancing, now aware of Black Fist as the music continued. Her feet moved in fluid movements as she took her arm and let it carry her around until she came back to face her original position and the song ended.
The points continued to climb up as the audience cheered and clapped. When they stopped Konemi and Talon breathed a sigh of releaf, Konemi was the winner. The entire audience screamed and cheered and for a moment Konemi was reminded of the days of her father. Tremor smiled. "Alright. Boss can't fire me now."
Talon looked at his friend. "Fire you?"
"Well when he found out I signed up to sponser an unknown dancer he was needless to say, upset. But seein as how Jen made it through the first round, I'd say we're clear for now."
Tremor stood up. "Well. See ya tommorow Wish Konemi luck for me."
"Hey where you goin?"
Tremor smiled, not answering as he left the stands. Talon just sighed and started to make his way down to congradualte Konemi.
