Cypher

-prologue-

My city never really had that big dance scene. It was gang ridden and a bit run down, but it was home. Everyone outside of the city viewed it as a violent city where gunshots would be heard on a daily basis, however, that was definitely not the case. There were decent people, not like those nice neighbors that would give pie or freshly naked cookies, but people you'd say hello to, have small talk with, and occasionally invite them over for snacks or a drink.

As I grew up, my interest in dance was born while watching the local high schoolers practicing in the parking lot. ...and from then on, it was straight ahead.

I became a high schooler myself eight years later.

I went to a normal high school, but a certain art teacher had pulled some strings and a select few were given the chance to travel outside of this dull city, and to explore the world of dance. Nothing in my life could've made me anymore excited.

Little did most people know, I already knew a person at one of our planned educational stops. His name was Ian, and we met online.

Now, I know that seems bad, but it really wasn't. I first discovered him through dance videos he had uploaded onto YouTube. I posted a comment, and soon after he had watched one of my videos and did the same. After a few months of this, we had already built a bond over YouTube before we started to webcam.

Ian had given me tips on my own dancing. He did have the upper edge after all, he went to a performing arts school, dance sector, as he would always tell me.

Problem? He lived all the way in Singapore, so when we'd talk, one of us would be going out of our way, and it was a lot of trouble from time to time. But, hey, it was worth it.

However, now, I was going to Singapore myself, along with a few other dancers from my school, and I was determined to make this the best experience ever.

On my last day in town, I tried to avoid family and acquaintances. My parents were strongly against me going. They never supported my dance dreams, but that was alright with me. "Just all the more to prove," I'd tell myself.

There was a person who did support me though, other than my art teacher, and Ian. His name was -------, and we had become as close as ever. He was a fellow dancer, so he understood me well. To my enjoyment, he was coming along on our dance education tour.