✔️A Dancing Tale

Part 3

On the day of the 'trip', Gradient had packed his bag the day before and was excited to leave. He ran up to Ink and gave him a big hug before getting on the bus to the dance academy. As soon as he got there, Error had told him to get on the minibus as everyone was waiting for him. Gradient just couldn't wait for the competition.

To be continued...

The flight was a long journey but Gradient was ecstatic the entire way. The young skeleton was as hyperactive as ever, as well as the other children around him. They soon arrived at the airport where a special coach arrived for the team. Eagerly everyone got on coach as it led them to a hide dancing practice arena.

One by one, the children got off the coach as Cross and Error followed behind them. They stared in awe as they walked through the arena, looking at all the different teams practicing all their moves and techniques.

Error, however, had a much more nostalgic sensation as he looked around. Flashbacks came to him as he remembered practicing for the finals but was unable to make it due to the accident that cause his coma. Error shook himself out of the memory. He turned to look up to see Geno, along with another coach and his students, looking over the people. Error noticed the imminent scowl on Geno's face but decided to ignore and follow the kids to their dormitory.

Upon arrival, the kids ran to call dibs on the beds that were set. Gradient stick around Error as he allowed Cross to make himself comfortable. Error, already noticing Gradient's shy nature kneeled down to looks at him.

"What's wrong kiddo?" Error asked patiently.

"How am I going to confront the audience? I could barely move a bone when performing in front of others!" Gradient exclaimed as he looked down. Error put his hand on his shoulder and smiled softly.

"Hey. I got a plan for that. Now. Let's get a nap and then we can start some training," he responded as Gradient ran off with his bag. The first round was in five days. A good enough time for them to practice some sequences. Now for a good nap.

Morning arrived as Error's 5:30 alarm rang. He woke up and did his daily routine and went into the kids' room. Upon arrival, he looked disappointed to see everyone still asleep. He went to the front entrance of the dormitory and saw Cross getting ready.

"Hey Cross. Would you mind waking up the kids? I need to go set some things up," he asked as Cross obediently agreed. As soon as Error left he dormitory, Cross rushed to the kids' room.

"Everyone! Come on wake up! We got to do some training!" He went around, shaking them lightly. Most of them groaned as they struggled to wake up but as their surroundings finally set in, their excitement was brought back to them as they all hurriedly got ready. Gradient put on his dance shoes as he followed Cross to Error who was waiting with a bunch of yoga mats on the floor.

Gradient noticed other teams practicing their sequences while Error called them over.

"Come on you lot! We are going to do one of many of training to dance. I would like everyone to sit down Indian style and face me!" The kids all sat down and followed the instructions effectively. "Now we are going to do some breathing and meditation!" He explained which shocked some of the kids as well as Cross.

"Breathing? Aren't we supposed to practice for round one?" He asked.

"This will help them. Now everyone close your eyes and now breath in!" Sounds of everyone breathing in as everyone tried to concentrate. Unfortunately this was such and unusual training, some of them found it rather difficult to concentrate and breathe.

"Out!" The other team started to look at the proclaimed dancer giving out unusual training to his students which Error ignored.

"In!" They continue this training consecutively as well as jogging around public places or spin stretches. It wasn't until the day before did Error start teaching them the actual sequence for the dance. However, the training allowed the students to be able to do the dance moves with ease and smoothness, none of them breaking a sweat or tiring out.