I count the steps in my head as we slide forward into El No Te Da by Dasoul.
Stealing the show from our competitors as Clara, Tae, and l slide onto the dance floor, and I stand back to back with Tae as Clara starts the dance.
I can feel his gloved hand intentionally brush against the back of mine and I wanted nothing more than to grab it and give it a gentle squeeze.
But the countdown ends as Tae and I drop with the beat and dance in sync with Clara. Being a ballerina, she was as graceful as a gentle butterfly, but Tae and I backed her up with an edge that could be undefeated.
The vibrations of the sultry Spanish riff can be felt through my red converse as I twist my feet and drop again. The dance we had practiced countless times in our apartment until it was perfect.
When it's done the other teams are speechless and we destroyed them. We quickly do our symbol of a crossing three before walking away, knowing our street cred had been boosted by at least 30 points at this contest. Our group was entered under the name of 3xT. People showed up from around the block to watch our anonymous dance.
No one knowing the true names behind the mask or the fact our team consisted of three college students training to be a lawyer, ballerina, and international relations expert.
Clara and Tae get a small ping from their screen phones.
Clara checks it first and starts running to hail a drone cab.
"THEY'RE HERE!!!"
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An American In London: S2
Ficción General☆completed☆ Four cousins and their best friends reunite in Paris, France in hopes of having a small break from the harsh realities of college life. Only to discover, things never go as planned as personal relationships get mixed, feelings are hurt...