Okay, finally got a song/chapter idea. So, to my reviewers...
Midnight Angel Sakura- Grr...This took FOREVER! GRR!
XS Fanatic- Why not use it? It was a good idea, and it fit. So...yeah.
HealingSpringWaters- Hold your basketballs! (thinks for a second) 'Kay, that sounded a little wrong...But I'm back anyway! Yay...
vicky- Really? I thought this turned out to be one of my angst-ier chapters. Oh well.
On with the story!
The song in this chapter will be 'Sneaker Night' by Vanessa Hudgens
Judy's POV
I'm so excited! Like so excited! This is gonna be great! I'm even excited about how excited I am! Crazy, aren't I?
So, for the first time in my life, I'm early for something. And that something would be to private rehearsal with Jake. Okay, I know what you're thinking: Didn't she hate this dude since this story began? Oh, yeah! But ever since he helped me piss off Ashley in public, we've been pretty cool. Not cool enough to go out, but cooler than ever in the history of forever.
You know, we actually got a lot in common, believe it or not. One of them being late for everything. And 'cause of that, we usually get here at the same time. But since I'm excited about something, I'm here early...as I said - er, thought - before, and I resorted to pacing to get through my hyper-ness. So this is what waiting for me is like. Now I know why Kim always looks so pissed when I show up.
I glanced at my wrist for like the twentieth time in two minutes before I re-remembered that I don't have a watch. Typical blond, eh?
Yeah see, and then pacing hardly does me any good either. I'm not the kind of person in the movies that just keeps pacing 'til someone shows up so they can yell, "There you are!" Nope. If I'm kept waiting for too long when I'm this excited, I tip trucks. Yup.
Unfortunately, (in my point of view), there aren't any trucks outside. I know, I checked like ten times after I remembered that I don't have a watch.
So, I resorted to jogging around the studio until I got so dizzy that I tripped over my own sneaker. Then I laughed my head off.
See, when most girls text "ROTFLOL", they just giggle at their phone screen. That's gotta be considered lying! Me? I'm honest. (Pfft! Yeah right!) But when I say, "ROTFLOL", I'm literally rolling on the floor laughing out loud. Yeah, I'm a freak. You got a problem with that? Come to my house! Mr. Chainsaw and I will be waiting...
Just as fresh acts of violence were starting to roll through my mind like an instruction video, the studio door opened. I didn't bother to look up from the ground, 'cause I already knew who it was. But you don't really have much to say about it when the guy you're waiting for comes in and sees you on the floor.
"Um...Why?"
"I got dizzy, fell, and started laughing my head off 'cause I was jogging around in circles," I said as fast as I could.
"Again, why?"
" 'Cause I was bored!" I did this neat little trick I learned from watching ninja movies where I use my hands to push/jump back onto my feet. Can't remember the name of it though, if it even has a name. I looked at him up and down as if I was looking for something before I said, "So, you ready to go?"
"Go where?"
"Didn't I tell you? I thought I told you!"
"What you told me was that you weren't gonna tell me until I met you here at six o' clock."
"Did I really say six o' clock?"
"No, you said five. But you know me! Don't tell me you've waited here for an hour!"
"I don't know. After I got dizzy, I don't know how long I was laughing. No watch."
"Right...So, where we going?"
"A teen dance club. Then I thought we'd go to Sneaker night." I drew myself up proudly as I said it. "Basically a bunch of teenagers dancing in The Streets."
"You make it sound like that Step Up movie," he commented.
"Yeah, they stole it from us," I grumbled. "Anyway, you coming?"
He thought about it for a second then said, "Eh, got nothing better to do."
Okay no one talks about The Streets like that in my presence. Not unless, of course, you actually like getting the crap being kicked out of you. "Listen man, I know we actually got a little closer these past few days, right up to the point that I consider you cool -" ugh, it sounds like a relationship, "- but if talk about The Streets like that, I have no problem stuffing you in a locker. No conscience."
"Fine. If you don't want me to come, then I'll just go." He turned to leave before I called him back.
"That's not what I meant!"
"Girl, make up your mind!"
"Okay, you know what? Just -
"Put your sneakers on.
Put your sneakers on.
We're goin' dancin' all night long.
I got somewhere to be.
I want you to come with me.
See, I've put my sneakers on.
'Cause I'm gonna keep dancin',
After they all go home.
So are you ready?
Did you eat?
Do you have the energy?
Are you reloaded?
Are you able to stay on your feet?
Don't want you passing out after a couple of hours of beats.
We're gonna keep goin', and goin', and goin'.
Yeah, 'cause,
Basically what we're gonna do is dance.
Basically what we're gonna do is dance.
Basically what we're gonna do is dance.
It will come easily when you hear the beat, oh.
Basically what we're gonna do is dance.
Basically what we're gonna do is dance.
All you gotta do is take a chance.
Yeah, that's right.
Its sneaker night!"
We were out in front of the dance club. Its gotta be like 11:30 now, and the place was closing. I gotta admit, as good as a dancer as Jake is in a studio where everything is already choreographed and rehearsed, he's way better at just cutting loose and just move it along to the music.
"So now they're closing."
"Close it up, shut it down, go home now," went the owners and employees.
"But this is far from the end.
Second round, ding, its about to begin.
'Cause I've got comfortable footwear.
The weather is nice,
So let's take it outside.
This needs some hand claps,
And the beat-box, and its alright.
Basically what we're gonna do is dance.
Basically what we're gonna do is dance.
Basically what we're gonna do is dance.
It will come easily when you hear the beat, oh.
Basically what we're gonna do is dance.
Basically what we're gonna do is dance.
Don't ya even worry about other plans.
Yeah, that's right.
Its sneaker night!
When the sun goes down,
Oh we wake up.
A good night's sleep.
Ha! No need!
No problem staying awake,
When the beat is like an earthquake.
And we're unstoppable.
We're uncontrollable.
Just admit it,
You can't stop it!
Its addictive!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Basically what we're gonna do is dance.
Basically what we're gonna do is dance.
Basically what we're gonna do is dance.
Yeah that's right.
Its sneaker night!
Basically what we're gonna do is dance.
Basically what we're gonna do is dance.
Basically what we're gonna do is dance.
It will come easily when you hear the beat, oh.
Basically what we're gonna do is dance.
Basically what we're gonna do is dance.
Don't ya even worry about other plans.
Yeah that's right.
Its sneaker night!
Oh, put your sneakers on.
Oh, let's go all night long."
Okay, this came out way better in my head, but at least its something. Now I'm off to do what is probably an impossible history project that I should have been working on all weekend. Gah! Wish me luck! Oh yeah, and review!