Ian’s POV:
Wiping my palms on my Chachi Momma sweat pants that Chachi had given me, I tried to stop ther nervous sweating. I was standing in the middle of a crowd full of dancers, getting ready for a battle. We were at Millenium and I was about to battle 747, Pacman, Millie, Jaja, and Moon of IaMmE. Apparently, it was one of the requirements for dating Chachi. I had to beat the boys and Jaja in dance battles.
Needless to say, I was nervous as hell. Sure, I was a pretty good dancer, but I didn’t know if I could beat them. They all had a ton of experience and I knew that they were extremely good dancers. I admired all of them and thought everything they did was insane, so having to challenge them was really hard.
My hands were shaking and I felt like I was about to puke. A bunch of dancers were surrounding us, waiting for this epic battle to ensue. Many of them were supporting me, but I knew that they just wanted to see a some great dancing. I fixed my hat and moved around a little bit, trying to shake off my anxiety.
Brian walked into the center of the circle, between my side and IaMmE’s side. “Okay, Round One of the Battle for Chachi. Ian vs. Millie,” he announced. I bounced around a bit, stretching and trying to get ready. “And…GO!” he signaled and backed back into the crowd.
The music started, blaring to every inch of the room. I began moving my body to the beat, but did nothing too extraordinary since Emilio was going first. The crowd began moving and shouting as Millie began dancing. I nodded my head, watching all his movements. He did a few flips and tricks, dancing in between them. Once he was finish, he bowed and everyone erupted into a cheer.
I took a deep breath and got ready, hoping I wouldn’t embarrass myself. I had built my name and career on my dancing, I hope that it doesn’t fail me now. Clearing my mind, I thought of nothing but the music, dancing, and Chachi. I was trying to win this for her. I wanted to be with her, but first I had to overcome this obstacle.
I closed my eyes and let my mind process the song, remembering the lyrics. In my head, I mapped out the basic steps I was going to do and then let go. I let my body take over and move to the beat, forgetting everyone else around me. All that ran through my mind was the music and the girl I was dancing for.
Finally, the music came to an end and I stopped, earning a roar of applause from everyone. I looked around a bit confused. I could barely remember what kind of things I did, seeing as I wasn’t really letting my mind dictate. I let my body take control and obviously, it worked.
“As judged by the audience, Round One goes to Ian,” Brian’s voice boomed. I smiled, happy that I had won. One down, three to go. Then it’s on to Jaja and finally I’ll be done. “Round Two, Ian vs. Moon,” Brian said, once again backing out of the way.
A different song begin to play and I starting contorting my body to the beat, trying to get a feel for it. I looked up, waiting for Moon to start dancing. He started, going absolutely crazy. His tutting was out of control, I was awestruck. I was literally standing there with wide eyes, trying to keep my jaw from dropping to the ground. Quickly, I tried to piece together something in my head to try and compete with him, but nothing could.
Soon, he came to a stop and posed, pointing to me. It was my signal to start and I had no clue what to do. Shaking the feeling, I began moving slightly, getting into the sing. I was fueled by the chants of the crowd. I just let my body move,trying to do my best. The song ended and I stopped, breathing heavily. Well, I lost that round.
Brian came in again, “Judging by the audience’s reaction, Round Two went to….Mo-” he was cut off my boos and chants of “Ian! Ian! Ian!” I smiled, happy that people were supporting me. “I guess Round Two goes to Ian, again,” he corrected himself. Maybe everyone else thought Chachi and I would be a cute couple and wanted me to win to make it possible.
