A Nervous Wreck's Guide on How To Solve Your Life's Problems

The Great Ballet Disaster

Three weeks and a montage of training and paranoia about the masked freak (who'd yet to rear his mask again) later, it was time for that moment we'd all been waiting for. A moment of high honor, a moment that would make or break many things. A moment that could only be dreamed of.
That moment, was Mavis's ballet recital.
Mavis stood behind the curtain, terribly nervous, as she fiddled with the tutu around her waist, as the waist band was made of a scratchy material. She was sweating bullets, and doing everything in her power not to mess with her hair. The fluffy red curls were tied in an intricate up do style that only Mrs. Duval knew how to do on hair like Mavis's. Tyler walked backstage, practically sneaking up on Mavis, and tapping her on the shoulder. Mavis slightly lept in surprise, and gracefully spun around, to see him, wearing something formal--a light blue shirt with dark blue tie, and jacket.
"So um...good luck..." He smiled at her. His heart was pounding. He was going to tell her tonight.
He had it planned out, when she finished performing, and went backstage, he'd meet her there, and kiss her. And that'd prove to Kevin that he wasn't a weenie.
He went to find his seat where the other noobs were waiting, with Mem and Zen. The lights dimmed, and the curtain rose, and Mavis was center stage, all was going well with the routine. The male lead showed up, and Mavis danced with him, as per routine.
Tyler sighed dreamily, as he watched her--she was so graceful, he almost felt himself swoon a little, when she lifted her leg, making it go straight up. Her flexibility was so attractive, he couldn't believe she could do that without the help of a battle ball--Mavis was talented. Everything was going so perfect--but of course, there was no such thing as going off without a hitch--Mem and Zen's battle balls alerted them there was a problem. And close by too. Very close...like backstage close. Tyler saw the swish of a tail in the background, coming from backstage. The noobs all frowned in worry, and Tyler sweated. They were dangerously close to Mavis and he wasn't sure how to warn her...but then he got an idea. He went battle ball, and teleported, switching places with the lead boy yet again. Mavis had been in the air, and landed in Tyler's arms. She felt something wasn't right, and opened her eyes, to find Tyler in his battle armor, holding her up, and Mavis's look of confusion turned to shock, then to anger.
Then, the virus infected beast came out on stage. Mavis growled, and Tyler put her down, and she hid behind him, and went battle ball as well.
The virus infected beast tore up the place, and Mavis essentially did the dance routine to fight it, except with the use of fire. Tyler extracted the virus.
The virus infected beast had actually been a six year old background dancer, who'd eaten a virus infected cookie.
The stage had been nearly entirely destroyed, and the audience had left. Mavis took her battle ball off.
Mrs. Duval ran on stage. "Sacre bleu, zis is a disaster! Ma production! It is ruined!"
Tyler frowned. It wasn't his fault, but he felt guilty, and he felt responsible to an extent.
He went over to Mavis, who was comforting a hysterical Mrs. Duval, and he tried to apologize, but Mavis ignored him. Tyler frowned. The guilt was eating him.
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"Okay, that was a disaster!" Zen said, pacing back and forth, at the emergency meeting.
"I wasn't trying to ruin it, Mavis, I swear" Tyler apologized, repeatedly, but Mavis refused to acknowledge him.
The other noobs (well, Shope and Yolanda, Roach still stayed off to the side) cornered Kevin. They'd all yet to trust his girlfriend, even after nearly a month of her not doing anything suspicious. If anyone'd be the suspicious party, it'd have been her brother. Nonetheless, Shope and Yolanda, and too a lesser extent, Tyler, wouldn't trust Scarlet, even if their lives depended on it.
Shifting the focus back to Tyler, he was practically on his knees begging for Mavis's forgiveness, and his eyes were tearing up.
"Maybe you shouldn't have done it the way you did!" Mavis looked mad.
"Mavis, I was trying to protect you..." He sniffled a little. "I wanted to warn you before you got hurt..."
"What is your obsession with me lately???" Mavis frowned at Tyler, who cringed back in response, as the guilt continued to consume him, as the virus would to its victims.
"I-I..." he choked. He knew if he told her now, she'd slap him. He looked down, making the whimpering puppy sounds. His chest hurt, and he wanted to cry. Mavis had never, in the almost two years he'd known her now, been angry at him. Never. She'd never even been annoyed with him. She'd always enjoyed his presence, she'd never called him lame or a geek, like others (mostly Kevin), did sometimes, she'd never thought his urge for responsibility felt like a wet blanket. But now, she hated him, and he felt terrible. He lowered his head in shame and guilt.
Mavis wasn't the angry type, but right now she felt furious. Her nose was scrunched up, and her lips curved into a frown. Her shoulders were scrunched as well. Her hair was still tied in the up-do, and she was still in her ballet clothes. She crossed her arms.
Tyler pouted more. He sighed in defeat, and took a seat, resting his head in his hands. He felt tears seep out of his eyes, and he silently wept. Zen walked over to Tyler.
"Why are you crying?"
"Fuck off!" Tyler yelled in an I characteristically rude way.
Everyone in the room gasped. This wasn't like him. And he said it to Zen, nonetheless. Yolanda, Shope, and Kevin solemnly shook their heads, accepting the death of their friend.
Tyler stood up, and then ran out of the Galacticus. He kept running, forgetting why he'd started, until he bumped into the masked figure.
Tyler fell backwards with a thud, as he hit the hard ground. He groaned, and sat up, rubbing his arm. "You!" Tyler weakly stood up.
"Me?" The masked figure replied, quizzically, touching his chest.
"Yes, you."
"Me."
"Mhm." Tyler nodded.
The figure took out his laser sword, and tried to swing it at Tyler, who started shaking his head.
"No!" Tyler just barely dodged the attack, and slammed his battle ball into his chest, with utmost worry, knowing he couldn't fight this battle alone. He had running away powers, which weren't of much use to him in this situation. Tyler panicked the moment his suit finished suiting up.
The figure continued to swing his sword at Tyler, who dodged with his teleportation. And then, he got an idea...
He teleported behind the masked figure, wrapping his arms around the waist, much like he did to Mavis during training. The figure was confused, and fell, and his mask fell off.
It was Bruno.
"I KNEW IT! WE ALL KNEW IT!" Tyler panted.
Bruno panicked, and punched Tyler in the face, and ran off.
Tyler held his, now bloodied, nose.
"I knew it" he said under his breath.
Now he had to tell the others....