A lot had happened on that day and although we were a little bit worried about our safety at school, we still had a great time in Howard house. However, I forgot one thing: Keep Howard's mouth shut. On the next school day Howard started telling everyone how "well" I danced, this brought a lot of embarrassment on me because everyone was asking me how to dance.

Our school did not made to global news after all, as the news about student bringing a gun to school was not reported. The guy who did it, however, was expelled as expected.

After school I dragged Howard into the alley again.

"Why did you telling everyone how I did on DDR?" I demanded.

"Just for fun." Howard said.

"Fun! And this time Rage and Emi will not be here to save you." I shouted.

"Just try to get me." He ran away as he said this.

I lost his track so I went home. I felt very bad since I did not know what will happen to me the day after and badly in need of someone to talk with. I called Emi's house, but surprisingly it was Rage who answered the phone.

"Hi." I said with a bad mood.

"Hey Kenny. What happened? You sound so bad." Rage replied.

"I. I . Howard that moron. Everyone is laughing at me now." I almost started crying.

"I think you need some counseling. I'll give it to Emi. Hey Emi, counsel work."

"What's wrong?" The sweet voice of Emi asked.

"Howard told everyone in my school how I danced yesterday and everyone is laughing at me."

"That indeed hurts your feeling. No one will tell how they played on DDR since most people think it is stupid."

"And see? Everyone is laughing at me."

"It does not matter how others think, but it does matter how you think your dance is."

"Maybe."

"Trust me. And tomorrow, tell everyone how Howard dances and see his reaction. Also, try to make him dance in front of public. The result is either:

"A. He evades the subject and he will eventually apologize.

"B. He humbly accept your 'praise'. In this case, both of you will be laughed at.

"The choice is up to you." Emi said.

The next day I gave Howard a sheet of paper in the classroom before class started and asked him to dance. I wrote a lot of arrows arranged into four columns of up, down, left and right, resembling DDR "step scripts". Howard pretended that he did not understand what the arrows meant. I said that Howard surely knew what that meant because he knew a lot of dances.

"And show me your Dance Dance Re.." Before I finished Howard covered my mouth with his hand and pulled me aside.

"Just guess what are you doing?" Howard demanded.

"See what did you do yesterday? You tried to embarrass me in front of everyone and now I'm doing to the same to you."

"Okok. I apologize for what happened yesterday."

"You finally say sorry to me."

I felt a tap on my shoulder and it was my classmate. "Are you guys showing your dance?" he asked.

"The teacher is coming." I said.

"Boo to you guys." he responded.

The crowd dispersed. At least we were out of trouble for this moment.