The yolk-colored sun had begun setting when Yoana arrived about 15 minutes early to the get-together. She witnessed a lot of cars, who had already formed groups, conversing with one another. She scanned them, feeling anxious and tense about joining one, not even knowing which one to choose and how to really get engaged. She desired deep relations but working to reach that level in them seemed too burdensome for her in an emotional way and she thought it was nearly impossible for her. She yearned after company but never felt good in it. "This is too stressful, I'm ordering a drink then, I'll just wait for someone to notice me," she planned. She started making her way to the shack on her right in which forklifts prepared and served food, drinks and gas. In order to reach her destination she had to get around the small parties. She avoided eye contact whilst doing so and distracted herself with her busy mind, desiring not to be seen by anyone. She recognized a few famous race cars such as Storm Jackson and Lightning McQueen, each one of them belonging to a separate formation consisting of other race cars. Also observing the other side she noticed several Japanese tuners, males and females, situated close to each other speaking in their native tongue. She glanced at them interestedly. Komodo, the male Gashi car, with his blood red eyes and bright green lizard-like design didn't seem like someone she would feel comfortable around. The ladies, with their decorative and cute looks, their larger than usual irises and pupils adding to their attractiveness seemed safer to approach. Kabuto, the grey male Jitsu said something to Yokoza; the black, rocker-styled, Reko-do; that made him burst with laughter. When he stopped giggling he looked up and unintentionally made eye contact with Yoana who realized that she had been staring at him.
"Hey, hey," he bellowed at her in a Japanese accent then, kissed the air in front of him whilst looking into her eyes.
Yoana didn't know how to react immediately, at first she felt desired, but soon these feelings were shattered by the realization that this was just physical attraction without any necessary inferior levels of relationship preceding it. She gave Yokoza a deep, sorrowful look for a few seconds then, hastily turned in the direction of the bar.
"He's single," yelled the Japanese gang leader after her whilst shoving his friend with his front tire causing him to slightly tilt sideways for a second.
Chisake, the gothic styled girl and Harumi, the red one, signaled their disapproval to both males by glaring at them, the former one even smacked Kabuto on the front fender with her tire. The others in the group found the situation funny and chortled.
Yoana ordered a light alcoholic drink, an emulsion resembling cream liquor which she started consuming back at where she was originally situated. She decided to turn on her tuner lights in hopes of standing out and luring someone to her.
The DRH had finally arrived, Yoana picked up the slight odor of something burnt and turned her attention to its source. Upon recognizing Wingo in the group she urgently turned off her lighting and pulled down her violet shades then, focused on her beverage. Seconds later some forklifts, the disk jockeys, took their places behind the audio mixers complemented by loudspeakers and started creating music. Cheering and sounds of excitement manifested. Several vehicles gathered in front of the devices and began moving to the music. Some formed small circles with their friends, others danced with their spouses, the remainder grooved alone. Yoana pulled up her shades and just watched them whilst sipping her drink envying them of their feeling free and careless. A loud sneeze, the sudden sight of yellow-orange flames appearing in the dark about a foot from the ground and a shout of pain became audible. A short, intense argument could be heard as some cars backed up from the source: it turned out that Snot Rod sneezed so hard that he abruptly backed up into Yokoza, who got scared and tried jumping away to the side but was not fully successful. The Japanese car was still close to the DRH when he caught site of Yoana.
"Hey, hey," he brayed at her so loudly even the American tuners' attention was raised. DJ began playing donkey noises whilst mischievously looking and grinning at him. Boost, Wingo and Snot Rod laughed.
"Hey," screamed the black Reko-do angrily at them. "You keep quiet, or you get tire in your face," he madly threatened DJ whilst shaking one of his front tires at him.
Yokoza's friends noticed the conflict and arrived, Boost intervened and managed to negotiate peace between the parties. After that had been done, they looked in Yoana's direction and discovered she had disappeared, only the empty cup of her beverage and her straw remained.
The female tuner had already moved to the area where mostly race cars were jamming. She felt more safe and comfortable there, her courage had increased and she let her tuner lights shine. She was focusing on dancing, staying in one place letting herself tilt diagonally downwards then, rise upwards following a curve in one direction then, repeated the same movements in the other direction. Boost and his gang found her, they saw that from the rear view she looked as if she were drawing a figure eight with her backside.
"Look, DJ, she dances like you do, swinging that rear," exclaimed Snot Rod louder than the music, but quiet enough for Yoana not to hear it.
The blue male Reko-do not saying a word rolled away from his party and Yoana.
"Where are you going," Wingo yelled after him suddenly appearing next to him.
DJ abruptly maneuvered to position himself face-to-face with his vibrant purple and green Gashi friend, his face reflected seriousness.
"Don't follow me. I'm going to the girl. If she sees you, she may leave," he firmly said then, continued his route.
Wingo stopped in his tracks then, returned to his pals who were curiously waiting for details.
"He's gonna dance with her," he announced.
"I wonder how this is gonna go," replied Boost.
"If he pisses her off, he's gonna be fried DJ," commented Snot Rod.
The three gang members placed themselves further from them, where the music was softer and others were eating and drinking. Wingo ordered a great quantity of meat lover's food and fuel for his group and him at the shack. When the forklift brought these accompanied by him, DJ was nearing Yoana. The one with the ladder tail spoiler, sensing the tempting odor of roasted sausages ample with paprika, lowered himself to take a bite, but ended up with Boost's wheel in his mouth. The purplish grey metallic colored Jitsu and the Bragatron Roadburner were gazing in an amused way at DJ about to finish nearing the girl.
When the female Reko-do caught sight of him, anxiety blossomed in her, trying to conceal it, she kept moving to the beat. When the blue male got in speaking distance with her he began swaying his body in the same style as she but in a different phase. Embarrassment started gnawing on her and she felt it was harder to keep it together, so she resorted to imitating, mirroring DJ's dancing. Thoughts and emotions were raging in her overactive mind. She felt ashamed of the situation and tense even though she knew that there was no logical explanation for these emotions. She thought that this male decided to come to her and not the other way around, so this could mean something. The imagination of a friendship currently evoked nervousness in her, moreover the fear of him finding out that she is not average and her getting rejected caused her emotional pain. Now, she felt tears beginning to well up in her eyes and thought of grieving something that hadn't even happened yet, even imagining passionately kissing the guy out of being sorry for the effects of her disability in case of a break-up. Before the waterworks could begin the music suddenly changed, the Chicken Dance started playing. Frustration coupled with shame conceived in Yoana, she suddenly halted her movement and returned to her original position.
"I am not dancing to this," she determinedly declared to her partner then, turned to face the forklift DJ's. She glowered and honked her horn at them then, faced the blue car again.
"Me neither. This sucks! This song is for kiddie parties" he replied to her in a similar fashion.
Francesco Bernoulli, the tipsy-looking Italian Formula 1 car, began nearing the Reko-dos whilst shaking his back end to the music.
"Let's get outta here," suggested DJ urgently then, hurried away.
"Yeah," agreed Yoana following him.
Bernoulli changed direction when his brown eyes picked up McQueen's figure. He promptly rolled up to the American race car and exclaimed, "Francesco number one," whilst shaking himself more intensely.
"We'll see. Game on," shouted Lightning.
The two ex-rivals tried exceeding each other in the Chicken Dance as Boost was videotaping this discreetly with his built-in camera from further away.