After Heat was done, he waved Tsutamo over to the booth. "I gotta go", Tsutamo said, turning to Comet.
"Kay, see you later!" she said, waving. As he walked away, she smiled to herself. What a neat little kid, she thought (being a babysitter, nobody knows kids better than Comet).
After Tsutamo arrived in the booth, Heat came on the microphone again. "Alright, first up, Gas-O versus Frida!" As people moved off to the sidelines, the blue haired girl and the teen in a gas mask stepped center stage. Suddenly, funky music started, and Tsutamo found himself in some sort of tropical shack like room. "Where am I?" he said, dazed, watching the two suddenly start dancing.
Heat chuckled to himself. "Great visual affects, aren't they? Gas-O, the kid who's soloing now, put together this holographic system that makes even the simplest of rooms, such as this one, change before your eyes to about where ever you want to go. Hiro was in charge of getting the lighting right, so that the holographs look as realistic as possible. Each member of our Bust A Groove club has a place that was custom designed to fit their personality". Looking down at Tsutamo, Heat could tell he was still unclear of what was happening. "Alright, let me explain this to you. Do you see those scoreboards?" He pointed to two black boxes, each above one contestant. "The numbers on those show the number of points a dancer receives for each move. At the end of a match, the person with the most points wins".
Tsutamo turned to his older brother. "Are dance moves the only way you can gain points?"
"Well, now that you mention it, no. You can also gain points by attacking your opponent. You can only, but are not required to, attack the other dancer twice in one round. Look, here, see what Frida's doing?"
At that moment, Frida was painting a wolf in midair, and it attacked Gas-O, allowing Frida to steal his solo. As the song ended, the scores were rallied up, and Frida was declared the winner, just by 300 points.
After grabbing Tsutamo and himself some sodas, Heat announced the next contestants. "Next match; Shorty versus Hiro-kun!" As the concrete room became a disco club, he put on "Natural Playboy", and cranked the volume.
Tsutamo watched as Hiro strutted over to the stage, then, he saw Hiro's opponent. The other contestant, Shorty, was a girl around Tsutamo's age, with giant pigtails, a white shirt too big for her, overalls, and a stuffed mouse sitting on top of her head. Tsutamo's jaw dropped. The music started up, and the two started dancing; Hiro doing disco moves and Shorty some sort of candy hiphop.
"…I'm the coolest dancer around, the lights are shining down on me, so every one can see…"
Just then, Shorty yelled "Take that!", and, out of nowhere, a giant fruitcake fell from the sky and squashed Hiro.
Heat whispered to Tsutamo "Hiro's a fruitcake!" Then, turning to look at his little brother, he saw Tsutamo staring, open mouthed, at Shorty, who was busting a groove. Chuckling to himself, he turned back to the soundboard. "Love at first sight" he muttered, shaking his head.
As the song ended, Shorty won with a big lead, and Hiro walked off stage, covered in cake frosting. Tsutamo, in an attempt to get Shorty's attention, decided to leave the booth and casually walk past her. However, before he could get to her, the lights dimmed, as the next contestants were announced. To Tsutamo's surprise, a female voice came on the mike, and said "Now: Kelly versus Heat!" Looking to the center stage, he suddenly found himself in a glass room, surrounded by large columns of fire. As Heat stepped up on stage, so did the woman Tsutamo had seen earlier, who was dressed as a police officer. A loud, head banging tune started.
"…I'm too bad bad, too bad bad bad bad…"
Heat started break dancing, while Kelly did some moves that Tsutamo would classify as "icky, stripper type dancing". "Hmmm, I didn't know Heat could break dance", Tsutamo said aloud.
Much to Tsutamo's surprise, Comet appeared by his side and replied. "Neither did I! He and Frida have been friends for the longest time, so he's always over at our house, but I didn't know he was into break dancing!"
As Heat did a handstand, Kelly took the opportunity to attack. Pulling out a megaphone, she screamed as hard as she could into. However, Heat, easily dodged the attack. In fact, two measures later, he suddenly yelled, and shot off a line of fire. Kelly, too caught up in her dancing, was taken by surprise, and knocked off of her feet. Successfully earning a FREEZE! From the DJ, Heat's song fit perfectly in with how he was doing.
"The coolest, I'm so slammin', I'm so slammin', body's jammin'Bad to the bone, you should have known I'm in my own zone"
Suddenly turning to Comet, Tsutamo asked her a question that had been bugging him for a while. "Comet, how on earth can Heat randomly shoot out fire like that? I saw him do it earlier today, too, when he and Strike were fighting".
"Well, not much is known about exactly what happened", Comet started. "Heat used to be a racecar driver. However, during his first ever worldwide competition, one of the drivers played dirty, and purposely slammed their car into Heat's. His car was pushed off the edge, and rolled down into a gully, where it suddenly burst into flame. Miraculously, Heat survived, though he was covered from head to toe in third degree burns. After a few months in the hospital, he was able to come home. Then, one day when he, Frida, and I were walking home from a movie, a guy tried to mug us. Heat, defending Frida and I, got so angry, that, suddenly, flames shot from his hands, and severely burned the attacker. After that, he adopted the name Heat (I'm not sure what he was known by before that). Well, Frida calls him 'Fireboy' also, and his other name, 2Bad, is actually the name of the song that's playing right now. That's about all I can tell you, though". Tsutamo looked up at Heat, but this time, seeing him in a new light.
"…I'm 2Bad Bad, 2Bad Bad Bad Bad…"
As the last strains of the song played, the scores were tallied up, and, by a whole 20,000 points, Heat won. Doing a back flip, Heat struck a pose, and said "You just got whuped!"
