We all see things in our own way. It makes us unique, it helps us build character, others times it harms us and those around us. This is a story about a young adult's mental troubles as he is stuck in his life not knowing what he wants to do with...
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Rongst comes out with a very dapper look. He is wearing a fitted tux that's flexible enough to adjust and not rip to his movements. And in the jacket pocket, a rose. Doug and Ed look at him like proud parents dropping their kids off to prom. They are all outside the first dance stage area about to enter what seems like a shady alley backlot.
Rongst looks at himself in a reflection of a building window. "I feel like a monkey in a suit."
Ed claps, "Then you are a handsome monkey in a suit!" Ed's outfit... has not changed except a hat.
"Doug why didn't you dress him up?" He questions.
"Because well. Um. They didn't have his size! Yeah, that's it." He snaps.
"So you got him just the hat?"
"Hey! We need that contrast between the group. You know duality and all that shiz. But look at you kiddo. Looking sharp, bet you feel sharp."
"I feel dull and stupid."
"Fantastic. Now if only you moved as good as you looked we would be fine." Rongst look dejected. "Look. Me and Ed got your back we know how to dance. Just warm yourself up into it and you will be dancing in no time! Just have fun like you did in the past."
"But I wasn't good. They did most of the dancing. I was doing. . . Movement."
"Well we need you. So, I'm gonna need you to ease into it little by little."
"How are we even going to get past the rule?" Rongst asks.
Ed jumps. "With you! You're one of the saviors who helped us all! You got the power to defy rules made."
"Precisely, so normally the announcer judges and declares which group of the two perform best based off the basic dances that are allowed. But when he recognizes you it will become a real dance-off! All will be fair." He sneers.
"Can't we just keep it to the rule movements..." He sighs.
"No. Now c'mon this is our debut!"
"How did we even sign up?"
"You don't you just show up. Heh heh" Garbage lids are heard being smacked together.
"That's our que."
"Show time, show time!" Ed prances about. Rongst takes a deep breath and they all walk into the backlot. There are lawn chairs placed around the center little stage and lights shining from the rafters connected by the roofs of the lot. This is a really sketchy setup. But it's still pretty big and there are lots of chairs.
