Zayn was used to this. The odd looks, the pity, the blatant rudeness. But it had never been so apparent to him in his life that people were not equal. Blacks were less than whites, worthless, filth. It pained his heart to know, deep down, he may never live in a world that accepts him as he is, as what he is, a negro dancer.
He was sick to his stomach, with Miss Flack not allowing him to dance, for Liam still dancing, and he was sick with himself for expecting something different that what happened. He knew they'd never let a black on the show, except for on colored days. He had a sense of hope deep down in Miss Flacks humanity, which was wrongly placed.
"Zayn, baby, it's okay. We'll fight this. Me and you, together, we could do it." Niall says, pulling Zayn onto a patch of green grass and sitting down heavily. Zayn fell to the ground with an audible thump.
"Do what?" Zayn says throatily, fighting the tears gathering at the corners of his eyes.
"Change the world." Niall whispers softly.
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Liam dances like he's never danced before. Spinning, tapping, moving his legs and arms and fingers in time to a soundless rhythm. Bang bang thump thumpity thump bump. He repeats the sounds in his head and lets the music flow through him, like he's weightless, floating on water, flying high in the sky.
And when he's done, and he turns off that internal stereo he looks at Miss Flack and the team of kid judges and awaits their answer.
"Well," Trudy, blond with perky hair and plump lips, says, "That was pretty good."
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Fanfic"Integration now! Segregation never!" The calls are vivid up and down the street. Colored and non-colored hands clasp picket post signs and white posterboards with colorful words. The entrance to the Corny Collin's show is packed with bodies, a tang...
