Frida walked down the streets of downtown. It wasn't the best place
to be: there were thugs out selling drugs, bums sitting in street alleys
just waiting for you to walk by, and steal your money; or atleast follow
you around begging for it.
There was grafitti on building playgrounds, and trucks parked in lots for a long time period.
But the good thing about downtown was all the places you could go shopping at. There were stores for just about everything, and many restaurants to eat at.
She walked until she came upon the Plaza, and saw Heat leaning against a window to one of the stores.
"Didn't think you would ever wake up," was the first thing that he said.
"Shut up," she said leaning again the window he was leaning on. She reached into her pocket, and pulled out a piece of folded paper. She unfolded it, and began to read it:
Go to the Plaza downtown. Go to building 123. I'll be waiting for you. You've been chosen again.
"Is this building 123," she questioned him.
"Yes, now lets go inside," he said, and they both walked inside.
Inside was like an office building. It had a front desk with a securetary at it, on the phone.
"Excuse me, Ms.," Frida interupted.
"Hold on," said the securtary, as she put her hand to the phone. "May I help you Miss," she questioned.
"I'm here to see Mr. Montrel."
"Oh, ok go up the elevator to floor five, and its the first door you see," she imformed returning to her phone call.
"Thank You," she thanked, and they both walked over to the elevator, and went inside.
Inside Elevator:
"I hope its another dance competition," Heat said excitedly.
"Heh, heh," she looked down at the ground. 'I hope not,' she thought to herself.
~Flashback~
It was Frida against Kelly, and the competition was quite tied. Suddenly Frida went to do a handstand, and fell right over, and off the stage causing roars of laughter from quite alot of the audience.
She left the competition right before it was finished.
~End Flashback~
"Frida...Frida...FRIDA," Heat yelled.
"What," she said leaving the memory.
"Can you get out of the elevator. It stopped two minutes ago," he said, and waiting for her to exit.
"Sorry," she said sheepishly, and stepped out of the elevator.
Walking a few steps Heat did a backflip.
"We are in a public building, show some respect," she said like a mother would scold a child, placing her hands on her hips.
Frida knocked on the door.
"Come in," a strong voice said from the other side.
Frida opened the door, and both walked in.
"Have a seat you two," he commanded pointing to two seat next to his desk.
They both took a seat.
"We have to wait for one more person," Mr. Montrel said.
"Who," Heat asked rudely.
"What he means is," Frida said glaring at Heat, "we're not trying to be noisy, but who might you be waiting for."
Heat flashed her an innocent smile.
"His name is Strike. His last competition was great."
"Alright," Heat jumped up, "Another competition."
"Strike will not be here right now," Frida imformed,"but I can give him a message for you."
"As you may have known, I called you here because there is a competition I want, erm, you three to participate in. Its called Dance Off, and its in two months. I saw you guys in Bust-A-Groove, and thought you three would be perfect. The only way you could enter this contest is if you were invited, so I invited you three."
"Tonight in Manhatten, New York there is a competition of some of the greatest dancer, and I would like you three to observe. I have three V.I.P seats. Some of the dancers in the show are going to be in Dance Off, so watch closely." He handed them the tickets, and a paper with direction. "Have fun."
They got up, and left.
~!@~!@~
"I can't wait to be in another real dance competition," Heat exclaimed excitedly as they walked down the street.
"I don't think I want to go," she said disapointingly.
They took a seat at the bus stop.
"Where you going Frida," he questioned.
"Jail. Mr. High and Mighty needs me to bail him out again."
The bus came, and she got on, and Heat went his own way down the street.
!@!@!!@!!@!@!!@!@!!@
When Frida went to the city jail, she always felt self-concious. There were always fat guys, with huge tatoos whistling, and harassing her. So she always walked quickly to the imformation desk.
The officer at the desk was named Felix Grifper. Frida knew him, and he knew her becuase everytime Strike needed bail Frida would do it. And the officer was always the same.
"Here to bail that bum out again," the officer questioned.
She nodded.
"I don't understand why you would want to waist your money on him. He'll end up back in here anyways."
~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~
After everything was paided for he lead her to his cell. In the cell he was asleep sitting against the wall.
The officer kicked the cell a few times.
Strike stered a little, and stretched, yawning really loudly.
"Get up bum, your leaving," he said unlocking the door.
He stood up, and walked out, and the guard led them to the entrance. They left the building.
"Your in a dance competition in two months," she told him.
"We were supose ta' see that guy toda."
"Tonight Heat, Strike, and I are going to watch this dance competition tonight. We have V.I.P seat." She took a seat again at the bus stop, and he stood behind the bench.
"I have nothing better to do, tonight, anyways. Well I'm going home now," he began to walk away. "What time is it tonight," he questioned.
"We should be at the trainstation by 6; it starts at 10."
He nodded. He pointed his hand like a gun, and fired.
"Don't bring a gun, tonight," she yelled after him.
A/N Well I'm gonna post my chapter still...even if nobody will probably read it. Hopely someone will come by, and check. ~Wink.~
There was grafitti on building playgrounds, and trucks parked in lots for a long time period.
But the good thing about downtown was all the places you could go shopping at. There were stores for just about everything, and many restaurants to eat at.
She walked until she came upon the Plaza, and saw Heat leaning against a window to one of the stores.
"Didn't think you would ever wake up," was the first thing that he said.
"Shut up," she said leaning again the window he was leaning on. She reached into her pocket, and pulled out a piece of folded paper. She unfolded it, and began to read it:
Go to the Plaza downtown. Go to building 123. I'll be waiting for you. You've been chosen again.
"Is this building 123," she questioned him.
"Yes, now lets go inside," he said, and they both walked inside.
Inside was like an office building. It had a front desk with a securetary at it, on the phone.
"Excuse me, Ms.," Frida interupted.
"Hold on," said the securtary, as she put her hand to the phone. "May I help you Miss," she questioned.
"I'm here to see Mr. Montrel."
"Oh, ok go up the elevator to floor five, and its the first door you see," she imformed returning to her phone call.
"Thank You," she thanked, and they both walked over to the elevator, and went inside.
Inside Elevator:
"I hope its another dance competition," Heat said excitedly.
"Heh, heh," she looked down at the ground. 'I hope not,' she thought to herself.
~Flashback~
It was Frida against Kelly, and the competition was quite tied. Suddenly Frida went to do a handstand, and fell right over, and off the stage causing roars of laughter from quite alot of the audience.
She left the competition right before it was finished.
~End Flashback~
"Frida...Frida...FRIDA," Heat yelled.
"What," she said leaving the memory.
"Can you get out of the elevator. It stopped two minutes ago," he said, and waiting for her to exit.
"Sorry," she said sheepishly, and stepped out of the elevator.
Walking a few steps Heat did a backflip.
"We are in a public building, show some respect," she said like a mother would scold a child, placing her hands on her hips.
Frida knocked on the door.
"Come in," a strong voice said from the other side.
Frida opened the door, and both walked in.
"Have a seat you two," he commanded pointing to two seat next to his desk.
They both took a seat.
"We have to wait for one more person," Mr. Montrel said.
"Who," Heat asked rudely.
"What he means is," Frida said glaring at Heat, "we're not trying to be noisy, but who might you be waiting for."
Heat flashed her an innocent smile.
"His name is Strike. His last competition was great."
"Alright," Heat jumped up, "Another competition."
"Strike will not be here right now," Frida imformed,"but I can give him a message for you."
"As you may have known, I called you here because there is a competition I want, erm, you three to participate in. Its called Dance Off, and its in two months. I saw you guys in Bust-A-Groove, and thought you three would be perfect. The only way you could enter this contest is if you were invited, so I invited you three."
"Tonight in Manhatten, New York there is a competition of some of the greatest dancer, and I would like you three to observe. I have three V.I.P seats. Some of the dancers in the show are going to be in Dance Off, so watch closely." He handed them the tickets, and a paper with direction. "Have fun."
They got up, and left.
~!@~!@~
"I can't wait to be in another real dance competition," Heat exclaimed excitedly as they walked down the street.
"I don't think I want to go," she said disapointingly.
They took a seat at the bus stop.
"Where you going Frida," he questioned.
"Jail. Mr. High and Mighty needs me to bail him out again."
The bus came, and she got on, and Heat went his own way down the street.
!@!@!!@!!@!@!!@!@!!@
When Frida went to the city jail, she always felt self-concious. There were always fat guys, with huge tatoos whistling, and harassing her. So she always walked quickly to the imformation desk.
The officer at the desk was named Felix Grifper. Frida knew him, and he knew her becuase everytime Strike needed bail Frida would do it. And the officer was always the same.
"Here to bail that bum out again," the officer questioned.
She nodded.
"I don't understand why you would want to waist your money on him. He'll end up back in here anyways."
~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~
After everything was paided for he lead her to his cell. In the cell he was asleep sitting against the wall.
The officer kicked the cell a few times.
Strike stered a little, and stretched, yawning really loudly.
"Get up bum, your leaving," he said unlocking the door.
He stood up, and walked out, and the guard led them to the entrance. They left the building.
"Your in a dance competition in two months," she told him.
"We were supose ta' see that guy toda."
"Tonight Heat, Strike, and I are going to watch this dance competition tonight. We have V.I.P seat." She took a seat again at the bus stop, and he stood behind the bench.
"I have nothing better to do, tonight, anyways. Well I'm going home now," he began to walk away. "What time is it tonight," he questioned.
"We should be at the trainstation by 6; it starts at 10."
He nodded. He pointed his hand like a gun, and fired.
"Don't bring a gun, tonight," she yelled after him.
A/N Well I'm gonna post my chapter still...even if nobody will probably read it. Hopely someone will come by, and check. ~Wink.~