Neo's Angel

Chapter 6

"So, can I come watch you dance?" he asks with a genuine smile, as he grips the doorframe of the truck, and I place my bag in the back seat. 

"Sure, but only if you really want, too," I reply, shrugging my shoulders.

His lips break out in a wider, happier grin while nodding his head, and almost shouting; "I really want too!" 

"Alright, so do you want to ride with me, or just follow me?" I ask, climbing into the driver's seat with a soft smile. 

"I'll ride with you, and head home when we arrive back here later," he replies, opening the passenger side door quickly, once he's rushed around the hood of the truck. 

Starting the engine, I drive us toward the studio once we're both buckled in, and I'm surprised when Gray turns the volume up on the radio a few notches; "You like 'My Chemical Romance'?" 

"Yeah, they're great!" he grins back.

"Do you like 'Backyard Babies'?" I inquire while turning right onto Luce road.

"Never heard of them," he replies with a small shrug that I see from the corner of my eye. 

"They're a band from Sweden with five members, and they fall into punk rock, hard rock, and glam rock genres," I respond - wow, I felt like Google just then. 

"Wow, you really must like them," he chuckles causing me to grin at him once I've parked in front of the brick building. 

"They're definitly one of my top three favorite bands. I would have to say my top three are 'My Chemical Romance', 'Metallica', and 'Backyard Babies'," I tell him climbing out with my duffle bag in hand, and shutting the door.

Gray climbs swiftly out to follow me to the door, and we enter, and I say my hello's to everyone we pass, and I see a few people smirking at Gray and I. Entering the small studio, I flip on the light, drop my bag onto the floor by the wall just inside the door, as I make my way to the docking station to plug my iphone into. Selecting a playlist that has my three favorite bands on, I press play to warm up at the bars while Gray settles himself onto the chair that's by the door. 

When the song, 'A Song For An Outcast' on the Stockholm Syndrome album comes on, I tell him; "This is 'Backyard Babies."

He smiles and I can see him bobbing his head along with the song as I finish my stretching, and once the song finishes, I tap myself over to my phone, I change the playlist to the playlist of classical music for my routine. and I quickly walk back over to the wall with the bars on it to begin the routine. 

Gray's P.O.V.

When the soft classical music begins, I watch enthralled as Neo starts his dance. I have a small confession to make - I did a little online research last night by watching some YouTube videos and Google searches on the three types of dancing he does, so I could learn the names of some of the moves he might perform. 

Leaning back against the wall, I stretch my legs out flat in front of me, and lie my hands on my lap. Neo gracefully moves his entire body through the steps and leaps, and he dances elegently from the top of his white-blondish hair all the way down to the tips of his toes. About an hour into his movements, he pulls off his wonderfully tight shirt that left nothing to my imagination, or so I thought. 

I'm pleasently surprised to find that he has both nipples pierced with silver bars, and he has three small tattoos - one on his left pec of the Superman 'S', one one his right pec of the year 1983, and on the inside of his right wrist that says 'dance forever'. I can't help but wonder how he covers the tattoos and his piercings while he dances.