Written for Erika.
Challenge: YGO fandom, "It's not supposed to look like that."
221 words.
"It's Not Supposed to Look Like That."
The studio above Anzu's parents' garage is large and airy, floored in wood and with windows in every wall. These, along with the door, are open wide to catch the balmy breeze that blows in off the ocean.
Music pours from the big speakers of Anzu's stereo system, loud and fast, a cacophony of drums, maracas, and Spanish guitar, all underscored by a throbbing baseline. Accompanying the song is the click of heels on the hardwood floor, more than slightly off-rhythm, and someone's horribly mangled attempt at trilling his tongue.
Yugi and Anzu are standing at one end of the room, near the stereo, with Jou leaning against the door frame a few feet away. The music comes to a halt, and Honda, flushed and sweaty, turns to face his friends
"So? What do you guys think?" he asks, grinning confidently and mopping his brow. "It's practically guaranteed to win the talent show, right?"
"Um...Well, it's..." Yugi searches for something positive to say.
"That was supposed to be the cha-cha?" Jou asks, incredulous.
"Hey! Whaddaya mean, 'supposed to be'?"
"Man, I never learned to dance but even I know it's not supposed to look like that! It was like a seizure with castanets!"
Anzu and Yugi nod in sheepish agreement. Honda hangs his head.
"Well...Maybe it does need a little work."