Dance on, Kietro, Dance on
By: XMENobsession
AN: Yes, it could be longer and no, I didn't use any of the random words, but I have an excuse! You see, I started writing before I read any reviews and when I did I had already decided what I wanted to do with this chapter. But I promise that I will use the words stapler and nose in the next chapter! Well, I did manage to use fiberglass! That was a hard one…
I had a lot of fun writing this so I hope you all enjoy it and make sure to review! If you have any random words you like than tell me! I can't promise that I'll use them, but I promise I'll try!
Also, if you ever find yourself waiting for the next chapter and it's taking me a long time to post it, read my profile. I tend to update that more than my story. If something's going on I promise I'll tell you there…or I'll say a whole bunch of crazy things, but that's always fun to read!
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Chapter 4
"Where did you come from, where did you go?
Where did you come from Cotton Eye Joe?"
"What would I dance to? No music."
Kitty and Pietro heard a faint sound. It grew louder as they neared the gym doors.
Kitty laughed. "There's your music."
They could hear classical music playing from inside the gymnasium and, as Kitty peered through the small window, she saw pairs of people dancing around the room…very badly.
"Not exactly a one-person dance," Pietro said, formulating a plan in his head.
As Kitty began to look for Kurt, she felt something wrap around her waist and pull her away. Next thing she knew, she was staring into the smiling face on Pietro Maximoff. "Like, what do you think you're doing?" she asked struggling to get away, but the speed demon only held on tighter.
"I thought you said you can dance."
"I can!"
"Then dance." He spun her around, and then pulled her close to him again. She could see in his eyes how much he wanted to beat her. He's so competitive! It'll only make my victory even sweeter. She held Pietro's hand with her left and put her right on his shoulder and they began to dance.
"You've got to be kidding me!"
"I do not kid," the instructor said in a very serious tone.
"But, come on! You can't make us dance together. Zhere must be some rule against zhis!" Kurt was practically on his knees, begging her to let him dance with anyone else.
"No, but there is a rule against talking back to a teacher."
"You're not a teacher," Lance said, "I mean, what do you teach?"
She gave him a very stern look and answered, "Art. We're currently studying the majesty that si fiberglass. By the way, you've missed my last five classes." Lance ignored her and finally realized why she looked so familiar to him. Then she pushed the two students together and shouted, "Dance!" She stood a few feet away and watched them awkwardly try to move in time to the beat. She looked past them for a moment and saw a brunette head twirl in front of the small window on the door. What the…?
"You two stay here," she said as she began to walk away. "And keep dancing!"
She crossed the room and opened the heavy door. Kitty and Pietro were still waltzing in the hallway. She smiled when she saw them. "Dance lessons are being held in the gum, not the corridor."
The two immediately stopped. "I'm sorry," Kitty said lowering her head, always hating to get into trouble. Pietro though was more used to it and stared the instructor in the eyes defiantly.
"You may however, continue this inside if you wish…"
They looked at each other. Neither had officially won yet, and neither would give up without a fight. So when Pietro offered Kitty his arm, she quickly accepted and they strolled into the gym.
The instructor raced over to the stereo, put in a new cd, and pressed 'play'.
A Spanish tune started to play and, for the second time, Kitty felt something wrap around her waist. But she didn't try to fight it now.
"You know how to salsa?" she asked surprised.
"'Salsa Dancing for Dummies'," he answered.
"They're good..." the instructor said to the closest person, who happened to be Lance. He had run as far away from Kurt as he could once she left to check the hallway.
"I guess…" he said. "If you like people who are rhythmic and what not…"
The instructor turned to the stereo. I wonder… She pressed 'next' and the music changed.
It don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing…
Kitty and Pietro automatically changed their dance.
"Don't tell me," Kitty said, smiling, "You swing too?"
"Seriously, those books are amazing!"
She giggled in spite of herself.
"What about you? They giving dance lessons in that Danger Room of yours now?"
"How do you know about that!"
The speed demon simply smiled, and Kitty realized that it was no use trying to get him to tell her.
"There wasn't a whole lot to do back home, so I took lessons on every dance style they had. They told me I'm a natural."
"Really? They told me that too!"
"Who? The books? What, were they audio?"
"No… they just…spoke to me."
Kitty giggled again.
"They really are talented aren't they?"
Lance sighed. He was sick of hearing this lady compliment Pietro so much.
She could see his boredom. "All right then, let's have some fun with this..." She pressed 'next' again and…
You can't see it…
It's electric! Woogie, woogie, woogie, woogie!
You gotta feel it…
It's electric! Woogie, woogie, woogie, woogie!
Ooh, shocking!
Lance smiled as he watched the dancers do the Electric Slide side by side. After about a minute, though, the instructor changed the song.
It's fun to stay at the…
YMCA!
Almost everyone in the room instinctively threw their arms in the air to create the 'Y' (and so on…).
Lance's smile grew wider at the scene, but he began to roll on the floor in laughter when the next song played.
If it hadn't been for Cotton Eye Joe
I'd been married long, long time ago
Where did you come from, where did you go?
Where did you come from Cotton Eye Joe?
The instructor watched them do the same dance perfectly over and over again, until she decided that she had much better things to do. She turned off the music and Kitty and Pietro (and everyone else who had joined in) stopped moving.
"You two," she pointed at the two most tired of the dancers. "Come with me. The rest of you…keep practicing!" Lace stood up, annoyed that the entertainment had ended. "And you aren't you supposed to be with your dance partner?"
AN: I love watching people do the Cotton Eye Joe! I love it almost as I love joining in! I also love the Electric Slide! (Ooh shocking!) If I messed up any lyrics, I'm really sorry, but I didn't bother to do any research. I rarely do. Well, REVIEW! I love all of my reviewers and I really do care what you think. So if you want me to add something, just tell me! I may not actually do it, but I will seroisly consider it. I don't have many reviewers so I really want to make the ones I've got happy!