July 17, 2005

I got rythym

Chapter 1 by Sibo Ay, iyaiyai, Ay, iyaiyai, Aaay iyaiyai Where's my samurai? As the song played, the Dance Dance Revolution machine showed arrows indicating which pads had to be stepped on at what time--karaoke for the feet some called it. Front, right, front, left, front, right. Right, right-and-left, left, and so on. Taishiro's mom, however, likened the music and stomping sounds to the noise of a daycare center for hyperactive youth. That's why Taishiro was now practicing at the arcade. Taishiro closed his eyes, inhaled deeply, and quieted his mind. It was just him and his flying feet. He didn't need to see the directional cues on the screen. Right, down, right, down, left, down, left, down. Last week, spending seven hours and one-hundred dollars worth of tokens, Taishiro had memorized all the steps to all the songs at the beginner level. Piece of cake for a classically trained musician such as himself. The song ended. Taishiro opened his eyes, briefly making sure he got a perfect score, then looked at his watch to check the time. Half an hour til 9. It was time to leave. He threw on his backpack and started walking to the park as he took out his iPod and fit the earphones in. Select. Play. Ayiyaiyai, ayiyaiyai, aaayiyaiyai, where's-my-samurai? I've-been-searching-for-a-man, all-across-Japan, just-to-find-to-find-my-samurai Taishiro stepped along with the song as it played in double time, as he made his way to the park. He ignored the strange looks people threw at him. However, despite his strict discipline, Taishiro allowed a thought to creep into his mind. I hope this works. The timing has to be perfect...
sources: Butterfly lyrics by lyricswiki.org, Butterfly stepchart by ddrfreak.com This is the first chapter in what hopefully turns out to be a fun, multi-author story. Phuc, Patis, and I are going to be the authors so far. If anyone is interested, leave a comment. This isn't about writing the next Da Vinci Code, producing interesting fiction, or even necessarily using correct grammar. It's just a way to exercise our creativity, even if that creativity sucks or doesn't make sense. Does this first chapter make sense? If it doesn't, I don't care, haha! The next chapter will probably be posted on Phuc's blog (in a week, hopefully!), so when it comes out I'll link to it.

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