Chapter 107
What would we be dancing to? No, why would we even be dancing in the first place. Do I even dance? The most I've done at parties nowadays was swaying my hips to the beat of the song and waving my hands but I'm pretty sure I looked like I was a drunk fuck even if I was completely sober at the time.
I suck at dancing.
Sure, I guess I'm pretty flexible to be able to do high kicks and mom did force me into a ballet school as a kid but I stopped going once I got tired of it. God knows I was a handful to handle whenever I got upset after each ballet class. Eventually, mom agreed on pulling me out of the God forsaken class.
It was simply too much for little ol' me.
The boys spared each other a look and shrugged.
"It'd be fun to watch? But Crow has family matters to deal with tonight so I guess we can't stay for very long, if that's alright." Milo spoke for the rest of them. I don't think any of them had spoken except for Milo. It was like they have their personal chat room mentally and Milo represents all of their voices.
I raised my shoulders a bit at what he said. I don't mind an audience. I couldn't really be bothered by anyone's opinion on my dancing skills. I knew I was horrible, extra hoots and pointers on it wouldn't hurt.
"Well let's get going then. Oh and bring your speakers, we'll need them." Mr. Huang exited the small cabin first after saying what he needed to and I followed after him. The boys filed out of the small cabin right after me in an orderly fashion. It was late in the afternoon but the clouds were blocking the sun so it wasn't as hot as it was supposed to be.
We walked along a pathway into the trees and towards the meadow where Mr. Huang stopped walking in the middle of the meadow and told Milo to place his speakers a few feet away from him. The speakers were wireless and they weren't very big but the sound they projected probably reached Nana's barn. I sure hope that Mr. Huang's house doesn't get raided just because he decided dancing in the meadow was a good idea; or was it supposed to be a stress reliever?
"Put on an upbeat song please." I looked at Mr. Huang as if he was crazy. He was what? In his late 60's? And he was planning to dance to an upbeat song? Didn't he worry about breaking or straining something? I would be a couch potato at his age and I wouldn't even be bothered to face society. Yet here he was, grey and old and wrinkly, asking for an upbeat song to dance to.
Milo complied without further questions which was cool, because I would've asked my grandma to get her ass back into the cabin and tie her to the couch or lock her inside before she breaks anything.
The song started filling up the meadow and Mr. Huang started moving to it. It was weird to say the least. Although that was the case, I couldn't help but join in the second he beckoned me over. I heard some laughter behind me but like I said, I simply couldn't be bothered to care.
I danced my butt off but soon enough I got scolded by Mr. Huang for "moving so little".
"Move more than just your hips and hands, be more agile." I tried to follow his lead, mimicking whatever being agile was supposed to mean. I guess I was doing something right since he didn't try to chide me on my dance moves anymore. The boys joined us eventually, goofing around with each other and pulling out some epic moves.
For that brief moment, I completely forgot about whatever problems I had back home. I forgot about how close the competition was, forgot about Dom, Adam and Cole the psycho brother who's out for my blood. I forgot about Bryant's death crushing me and I let myself get lost in the music, my hair whipping from side to side as I kept moving.
At some point, we had to stop dancing because the guys had to head back home and take the speaker with them. We were all sweating by the end of it and we said our goodbyes after they picked up their things in the cabin. Mr. Huang and I entered the cabin and he let me use the bathroom first so I quickly freshened up and headed to my corner to rest.
It was still 6 in the evening but I was honestly beat from all the exercise. The second my head rested against something remotely soft enough to feel comfortable, I let myself fall into sleep's embrace.
