Time For Vol.4 of our Manga
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"Step left, then right. Kick. Kick. Spin, swirl, twirl, split. Break."
Ange stumbles around, trying to keep up with each movement. However, she fails miserably. The step left and right she did just fine. The kicks she lost her balance on the second. The spin, swirl, twirl (is there even a difference?) made her wobbly and dizzy. Instead of splitting, she just collapsed to the floor.
They've been doing this for over an hour! She's exhausted! She lies there, panting, her body aching. Lida comes over and helps her up. "Are you okay," the girl in blue asks.
"This hurts worse than a Core Enforcer," Ange exclaims, barely getting reach word out. Lida laughs.
"You get used to it," she tells the heterochrom.
Who would even want to be used to this, Ange wonders, letting Lida pull her to her feet. She goes and takes a drink of water.
As she lifts her cup, her body shaking with the simple action. Yes, that's how tired she is. She looks around at the others. None of them seem phased by this torture!
"Alright, class," the teacher says, clapping his hands. "We are going to do some more dancing-" WHY!? "-with an in person band."
Some people walk into the room, all of them with instruments. "Why are they here, exactly," Ange whispers to Lida with curiosity.
"To dance to the beat they make," Lida mutters back. Ange nods. They aren't actually necessary, then. Just here for fun.
As the band sets up, Ange's eyes lock onto the guy with the circle boxes and sticks. "What are those," she asks Lida.
"Drums," Lida responds, not sounding as excited as Ange. Ange can't tell why, but she feels drawn to them. She doesn't even know what they do, but she is excited to find out.
Once the band is fully set up, the dude with the drums clack his sticks together, much like Ange did with her precious bones. After four clicks, they all start playing their instruments, creating some up beat music.
All the other people find their groove. The dances are all different, but on beat with the rhythm. Ange, however, can't find her groove. She stumbles around,even falling a few times.
She groans as she pushes herself off the ground for the fifth time. Her longing for the drums has done nothing but grow, so she walks over to the band.
"Excuse me," she shouts. The group stops, everyone looking at her.
"Yes," the drummer asks.
"Can I try," Ange questions. The guy looks at the other band members, who all shrug.
"Sure," he says, offering his sticks. Ange shakes her head.
"No thanks," she tells him, reaching into her hoodie pocket and pulling out her beautiful bones. "I've already got what I need."
Everybody on the room except the drummer look disgusted. He nods and smirk. "Awesome!"
Ange smiles, taking a seat behind the drums, tapping her bones together like the guy did.Then, she begins slamming her bones into the drums, creating her chaotic sound.
Nobody else seems to like it. Nobody but Lida and the drummer. The drummer is bobbing his head, seeming to enjoy it. Lida it's tapping her foot, seeming to find a rhythm in Ange's random hitting.
She then goes to the dance floor, kicking in spinning with the "music" (if it can even be called that). Ange smiles, feeling motivated by Lida's reaction. The heterochrom speeds up the beat, Lida moving faster with it.
After three minutes, Ange wraps it up, finishing with a final bang. Lida ends with her signature spin and pose. Both girls are breathless and grinning widely.
"That's all for today," the teacher shouts, finally uncovering his ears. "Y'all may go!"
Ange walks away from the drums, smiling at Lida. "Good job for a beginner," the drummer tells her with a thumbs up.
"Thanks," Ange responds happily. Her and Lida leaves and Ange savors the cool breeze and fresh air.
"That was fun," Lida exclaims, and Ange finds herself agreeing. "Wanna go get some coffee?"
"Sure," Amge states happily. The two girls make their way to the food truck, laughing happily as they go.
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