Prologue

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I remember the first time I saw someone move like they were from a different planet. I couldn't keep my eyes away. I watched so intently. I was scared to blink, incase I missed a single move. It was like a wave of electricity rippled through their body, causing them to move their limbs in a way, I'd never seen before.

When I was little my mum took me to see a jam session in our neighbourhood. The spins and flips made my heart race. It started out small but word spread and everyone was turning up just to get a glimpse of the dancers. Soon some of the best dancers started turning up to compete in something they eventually called "the streets". It became a club. I got a front row seat to history.

Ever since I'd laid eyes on them I wanted to glide and spin like they did. I wanted the electricity to ripple through me. I wanted to become the electricity that kept the crowds cheering. But it didn't come easy.

When I was sixteen my mother got sick and in a couple of months she was gone. She always told me "don't give up. Just be you. Because life is too short to be anyone else." She was right. When she died everything changed... Including the streets.

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