Seed Pocket

Chapter 6: Funky Dance Pants!

The next day, I woke up to the TV playing some music.

"Turn that off, Kyabe," I grumbled sleepily.

"C'mon, Hana! This is so much fun! There's a new show where you dance along to the music and a crazy guy tells you how to dance!" Kyabe exclaimed, jumping up and down, trying to dance to the music.

"YEAH! WORK IT, BABY! SHOW ME THOSE FUNKY MOVES!" a guy with an afro said on the TV.

"Turn it off! I'm trying to sleep!" I shouted over the shouting guy.

"You're no fun, Hana! You could use some exercise!"

"I've had enough exercise trying not to die, thank you very much."

Beep. Beep.

So much for sleeping a little longer. I got out of bed and got ready. Today's going to be a long day, isn't it?

"Bye! I'll be back later!" I called to the dancing Kyabe.

All I heard was, "WOO! DANCE TO THAT FUNKY MUSIC!"

I sighed. What has the world come to?

The walk to school was even stranger. I kept passing people dancing in their yards or the streets. What the heck? When did people catch the dance plague? I made it to school, only to find my class dancing to the afro guy's music. When Mrs. Sakura arrived, I expected everyone to stop dancing, but...

"Alright, class! Today's lesson is how to dance! Everyone get your dance shoes on! It's time to boogie!" she shouted as she turned on the afro guy.

"YEAH! LET'S GET FUNKY!" the guy shouted with enthusiasm.

Everyone got up and started dancing like the weirdo. What the heck? I was the only one that wasn't dancing.

"C'mon, Hana! You need to participate! This is worth a grade, you know!" Mrs. Sakura scolded.

"I'm good. I don't feel like dancing."

"Suit yourself!"

Something about this whole thing was bothering me. When did everyone suddenly start liking "funky" music? It couldn't be! Not again! If that's true though.... I jumped up and walked up to Mrs. Sakura, who was doing a disco dance.

"Hey, Mrs. Sakura?"

"Yes? What is it, Hana? Have you finally succumbed to the music?"

"No. Who is that guy?" I asked, gesturing the dancing guy on the screen.

"That is DJZ. He's the best, isn't he?"

"Uh... sure? Anyways, where is he dancing at?"

"The new recording studio downtown. Why? Are you thinking of getting an autograph? He probably won't be able to see you."

"I'm sure he'll make an exception," I said gravely.

"Huh?" Mrs. Sakura asked, confused.

I was already gone.

I ran downtown to the recording studio. I never heard of it before. Was it built overnight? I ran inside and walked over to the receptionist.

"Where can I find DJZ?" I asked frantically.

"I'm sorry. He's not giving autographs right now," the dancing receptionist said, sounding disappointed herself.

"Tell him 'Hana Kojo is here.'" I instructed.

"Ok, but don't get your hopes up. I doubt he remembers all of his fans' names."

The lady picked up a phone and dialed a number.