Cypher

Ch I -First Stop-

-I  apologize in advance for the errors you may find.-

Chapter I

We had been in Singapore for less than forty-eight hours, and everyone was still exhaustedly in bed at our hotel. I, however, felt quite restless. How could I possibly stay in bed, knowing that in just a few hours, I'd be starting my first day at a performing arts school?

Wow, a performing arts school. I weighed my thoughts as I tried to think if new possibilities that awaited me. Exhaustion quickly ensued shortly after and I dozed off to sleep.

Morning came, and I awoke to noise and loud teenagers. I was the last to wake up, and I knew that they weren't normally this loud. Their excitement had gotten the better of them. I was excited too, but I was too tired to react. I had a bad habit of that. I'd always stay up the night before, then I'd be way too tired on the actual day.

After everyone got dressed and had had their breakfast, we all waited at the nearest city bus stop to get picked up for the first day of school.

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The bus ride was rather unpleasant. Being in a crowded bus full of tired and sleep deprived students and workers didn't exactly float my boat. When I finally saw School of the Arts, I think I almost cried. Not because it is a life changing experience, but because the man next to me was starting to get a little too comfortable with my thigh.

My fellow classmates and I walked out of the bus in complete awe. The school was beautiful. It was nothing like the schools back home. The only place that came close, was The University of the Pacific. I looked at the other students walking about. None of them seemed to be amazed. They all just walked about going on with their normal lives.

We were on our way to the office, however, we did not go unnoticed. I admit, we did stick out a bit. To the fact that we weren't wearing any uniforms, to our various ethnicities, to our North Californian style of dress, I wasn't surprised. All that aside, it seemed that most of the girls' attention fell heavily onto Shaun.

One by one we got our schedules, ID cards, and our uniforms. We all walked to our classes. Some went to the art sector, others to the vocal sector, and Shaun, a few others and I went to the dance sector. There wasn't any hip hop dance classes, so we were stuck with taking comtemporary and ballet. Which I didn't mind much. Maybe ballet could help me with my break dancing skills.

Walking down the hallway felt surreal. When looking into very classroom, you'd find people doing all sorts of things like playing piano, violin, singing, and so much more. Then, we came upon our classroom, well if you can call it that. Room 125D. Shaun and I looked at each other, bracing ourselves, and with a nod of approval from the rest of our group, we opened the door and walked in.

It was a typical dance class. There were people stretching and chatting all around the room. It fell silent, however, when our presence became known. I wasn't surprised. If a group of new students had walked into my classroom, our reactions would have been the same.

It was a bit nerve wracking. Here, there were people who danced and have actually taken it seriously for their entire lives. While here we are, self taught and have had no formal classes.

*taptap* We heard a stick hit the wall. "Okay class, gather up." The dance instructor stood in front of the classroom. He was tall, and had long and slim limbs. Those that a graceful ballerina possesses. His posture was perfect, no sign of slouching. He wore a white T-shirt, black loose fitting tights and ballet flats. As he walked towards us, he was carefully staring at each of us. One by one. "Hmm..." he began circling us. "street dancers, eh?" He grabbed mine and Timothy's, a guy from our group, arms and pulled us to the front. "I'm Mr. Kim, and you two will dance for us..." he stepped back and sat with his class. "Right. Now." Wait, what. Timothy and I froze. "So like..." Timothy pushed up his thick-brimmed black glasses and started to speak. "You want us to freestyle...without any music or anything?"