Say...Huh! Vol. 1
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Sweetest Day
Last Time: Anju and Mz/Chx are dressed up and reddy 2 go!
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Chapter 5: Burnin' The Floor!
As soon as we get outside, I'm on my 3-step journey to the Milk Bar from the Inn when I see Anju over my shoulder whose frozen like she's seen a ReDead or something...
"C'mon Anju what's the matter?" I ask her.
"G-G-G-G...Gerudos, 9 o'clock! And none of them are Nabooru!" She stammers and points at a group of 4 Gerudos.
I roll my eyes. People are so afraid of Gerudos! That's just like the time I shadowed at my friend's mostly-white school and I kept getting these weird stares. Plus I'd expect better from Anju! Some of the people I'm really cool with are Gerudos!
"Oh come ON Anju!" I say loud enough for anyone within our 1/10 of a mile radius to hear as I drag her to the Latte Door.
" 'Ey, Blue-Streaks!" A tall amazon-esque female with hair the color of a forest wildfire I assume is speaking to me. I walk over there. Ain't no thang but a chicken wang, right?
"Yes?" I say like I'm back on the plantation.
"You the one that serves up the Chateau ova here right?" she asks while chewing some Bubble-Yum.
"Um yeah, I do waitress here but..." before I could even ask for a piece of the delicious gum she was smacking on, a more petite female interrupted me with a...
"And don't that J-word bitch work in there too?"
Whoa! Whoa! WHOA! She went out of line callin' my friend Jarmi out of her name like that.
"HOLD UP! First of all, Jarmi is NOT a bitch and second of all..."
"Listen we don't care what you think of her but that BITCH's been runnin' for too long!" the amazon looks down on me like she's the Sear's Tower!
"Well what do ALL OF YALL want with Jarmi!" I asked getting loud. I was way more stupid than intimidated evidently.
"What we WANT..."
With a snap of someone's fingers, they all surround me making sure I have a 4X magnified view of box-cutters.
"Is for you to go and GET that run-away ho and bring her ass out here."
I shrug them off and walk away brushing off my shoulders.
"Man, I ain't doin' nothin if yall gonna talk to ME that way..." I say and walk into the milk bar.
"Don't worry, we gon get the bof' of em'." I manage to pick up from one of the females with my super-sonic ears.
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I walk inside and see Anju shaking and throwing herself all over me.
"Anju! I can't believe you hid when I was nearly about to get my ass kicked!"
"I'm sor-eeeeeeee! You know how I am about fighting! I can't 'be down' for whatEVER-ever!" she blubbers.
I roll my eyes.
"Apology excepted."
I walk down the flight of stairs (and hopped over the rail before the last 4 steps like I always do) and see a big sheet-covered "suprise" on the stage.
"Heya Charmin!" Mr. Barten mispronounces my name. You'd think your boss'd know your name after a good 6 months of employment...
"Yo Mr. Barten, you seen Jarmi?" I ask him not taking my eyes off the prize.
"Noooooo, I was just going to tell you...She never showed up! I'm afraid you won't have your day off as promised..."
"Damn-I mean gosh-darnit!" I watch my language around my elder.
Why didn't Jarmi show up? Was she hiding from "Team Amazon-Pipsqueak"?
"Your spare uniform is in your locker, and I'll DOUBLE your pay tonight!" he begs.
"Y-yeah but wha-what's that jumpin' off on stage over there?" I smirk at the Mario-grandaddy lookin' dude.
"Oh yes, your parents have sent this to you as a little Sweetest Day gift!" he walks onstage.
"My parents! I'm so shocked they'd send me anything after they kicked me out!"
It was true. We've gotten into one of those "live in my house by my rules" arguments which was when I moved to Termina. But that was nearly a year ago.
He unvieled the gift with a grizzly "ta-dah". My eyes got all sparkly-starry like a japanime girl and I could've swore I heard a hallelujah-fanfare. I took in all the glory of the Dance Dance Revolution Extreme arcade machine.
"Here's the key to the machine, you can keep the machine here, provided that I get a little cut of the money put into it. Heh-heh...OH! And rumor is, it's been 'slightly modified' to include some of your fav'rite songs."
Mr. Barten twirls his greasy mustasche.
"Oh my Goddess! It's a DDR machine!" Anju states the obvious and I slap her upside the head. "Ow!"
"Wanna play?" I turn the key and get it to operate. I step onto the first stage.
"Let's D-D-R!" The machine-man says.
"Alright!" Anju cheers and steps onto the second stage.
"Select difficulty!" goes the machine.
"I'm good for Standard!"
"Okay, but I AM a little rusty..." I say with a smile of sarcasm.
"Select music!"
"Something slow, now." Anju says as I fiddle with the yellow arrow buttons.
"Hey wanna do 'Your Rain?'"
"TOO slow!"
"Okay, point-fifty-nine? (.59)" I ask. I know she's nuts for DjTAKA songs.
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About half an hour later, we've done the warm-ups. "Only You", "Move Your Feet", "Jane-Jana" but now it was time for the heavy stuff.
"People's pourin' in! One more song then get to work!" Mr. Barten shouts from the bar cleaning glasses.
"Arrrrgggghhh...Any requests?"
"How about Drop-Out?" Anju suggests.
"You tryin' to kill me!" I was already airheaded and sweaty.
"Do Kick The Can!" someone suggests from the crowd of 10 around us.
"Paranoia Eternal!"
"Love-Love-Sugar!"
This is NOT "Whose Line Is It Anyway". They got me on stage like I'm Drew Carrey! But then someone said it. Someone picked MY jam.
"321 Stars!"
"Oh yeah! Isn't that your favorite song?" Kafei said out the blue coming from nowhere.
So after a few modifications, the machine man had said:
"Final Stage!"
"1...2...3-2-1!" Anju sang. Duhnnnnnn-duhn-duhn-duhn-do-do-do...Ahem...Anyways, I broke down that 321 Stars and went to the employee lounge.
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end of chapter.
Yes I love DDR! I can play most songs up to 7 feet (and a few 8 footers). Some of my fave songs are Deep In You, 321 Stars and Sana Morrette Ne Ente.