Burnt Rice X Elon Musk

Chapter 1

Burnt rice up stood out of his bed, pondering whether or not he should go to the dance competition that day. "I'll get a load of shit from my mom if I don't. Guess I'll have to stop being such a fucking pussy and deal with it." He stretched his shoulders and cracked his knuckels, and then he left his room to go take a shower. He undressed himself, drained of motivation. He stepped into the shower and turned the water to the coldest possible setting."Why in the actual hell did I sign up for dance?" He said to himself as he ran his  fingers through his dirty blonde hair trying to unknot the mess it had become while he was asleep the night before. Once he was done in the shower, he went back to his room and put on his dance costume. His tights, followed by his top and then his mini skirt. He went downstairs and grabed the coffee pot and pored it into a bowl. His mother gave him an odd stare at first, but she then shurgged it off. He grabbed a spoon and started eating his coffee like a normal person. He finished his bowl of coffee and then left for the dance competition and rode there on his electic unicycle.