Dance or Die: a Fanfiction

Prologue

The year is 2008. A sharp-dressed, middle-aged man paces a brightly lit, white room that is void of most things, except for six chairs, one facing the other five. He is holding a clipboard with many blank pages and a pen, a story waiting to be written down. The man hopes he hasn't interrupted the guests he called on so suddenly, and that they won't have any hard feelings if he has done so.

A knock finally came to the door minutes later, and the man rushed towards it, in the meantime almost tripping over one of the chairs. He sheepishly opened the door and let the arriving guests in, directing them towards the row of five chairs with a warm smile.

The first to enter was a little shorter than the others yet to come in, shoulder-length black hair framing his nearly sallow face. From his disposition, one could tell that he was an energetic soul, creating an aura of emotion that has the ability to affect the feelings of others. His large and expressive brown eyes completed the slightly narrowed face of his, and he looked around the room with silent curiosity before taking a seat.

The second to enter the room was a larger man, broad shouldered and seemingly strong. However, he was not a cocky person, instead passing a casual glance around the room with a face that could remind one of a hound dog. His brown hair hung near his chin, and his hazel eyes shied away from most other contact.

The third was a vivid character, bright hazel eyes contrasting black hair that barely reached past his face. He had an energy about him like the first man, but appearance-wise looked more like the second man. He exuded a certain indescribable style and seemed like the chatty type. Even as he took his seat, he seemed eager to continue what conversation he had going on with somebody.

As the fourth entered, the first thing to noticed was his blond hair, a longer swoop of it brushing over one side of his face but otherwise very short. He was on the thin side, but looked like he was fit and healthy. His blue eyes swept the room and caught the eye of the middle-aged man by accident, playing it off with a friendly, closed-mouth smile that lit up his face. The positive yet laid back personality almost vibrated from his presence.

The fifth and final attendee entered the room, thin as well and short, dark brown hair that went to his chin in the front, but was shorter in the back. He had an easygoing attitude about him but held himself a little straighter than the others. To the middle-aged man, this fifth person seemed to know when to be formal and when to let loose. His brown eyes flitted the room with a slight look of wariness. He brushed his fringe out of his face, the black, tattooed stripes on the knuckles of his middle and ring fingers of his hands becoming noticeable. Presently he took his seat.

The middle-aged man walked in front of the sixth chair, cleared his throat and motioned for the two who were standing up to sit. As the two sat, he began speaking.

"I know there is only five of you, but I must confirm that all of you are here," he said while taking a small note card out of his suit coat and taking the pen up, "...Mr. Solomon Olds?"

"Here," said the man with the long black hair, revealing a bit of a country accent with his voice.

"Mr. Jacob Olds?"

"Here," the man with the shorter black hair answered, with the same hint of a Southern twang, but a little higher-pitched.

"Mr. Robert Olds?"

"You can call me by Joshua, if you want," the broad-shouldered one said in a deeper voice.

"Okay. Mr. Nathan Currin?"

"Present," the thin brown-haired man said in an informal tone, raising his hand and promptly putting it back down.

"Lastly, Mr. Derek Mount?"

"Here," the blond man said with a small wave, voice gentle.

"Hello, all of you... you are Family Force 5 I presume?" Solomon gave a short nod and a hint of a smirk. "Interesting how I've been given a band as a subject, I apologize if I interrupted an event," He eyed the five with a look that seemed to voice a judgmental opinion towards them, as they were dressed quite casually for a formal questioning, but went back to his clipboard.

"You didn't interrupt anything, it's fine," Jacob said. With more formality, the man continued speaking.

"I am Doctor Simon Max," he continued, "and I have called you for an interview regarding your latest album, 'Dance or Die' is it called?" All of them nodded, wondering what sort of interview this would be.

"It is not a criticism of your music style, or what the songs mean, but an interview that hasn't been conducted before. On what has happened before you were a band, even before the first album, and by that I mean the real, true story, not the kinds of things you normally say," The five glanced around at each other, peering around for the hopeful who would speak up. "To ease conduct, how about we start with you, Mr. Mount? Tell me how you met these men."

"Um... what sort of doctor are you again? I don't think you mentioned it," Derek said as he shifted uneasily in his chair. The doctor told them that he studies extraterrestrial biology for the government. After that, even Joshua, who was inexpressive so far, took a deep breath and stared off with a fretful eye. The air tensed with anxiety and the resulting silence would have numbed one's ears.

"Well?" Dr. Max prodded. Derek silently blinked back at him.

"Well..."