So you think you can dunce?

"wanna come to a fate?"
what?.. A fate?
Huh?.....

I swiveled around with my hand gestured like a glock and aimed at my reflection in the mirror... POW!..... I whispered, raising my arm to imitate recoil. Yeah! that's my swagger, rocking denim jeans big enough to cater for Fat Albert and a plain classic gray V neck t-shirt to accentuate my classier demeanor. Being self absorbed for an extended period can hamper your judgment on surroundings, I quickly focus on the mirror to see my brother grinning behind me... probably thinking is his older brother auditioning for the Price Is Right...
"your friends are at the door"

It was "Packed to the Rafters", a sea of wanna be gangsters and teenage prostitutes. The minority was me, a gentle prince with strawberry intentions, I was full of refreshing smells. Me and C resting in the epicenter of the excitement.. biding our time.. really we were waiting for some others to rock up. Approaching from the rocky unfurnished pavement Sisqo's protege', he was one of us. Sporting a black bandanna and hood comforts he greets with a half hearted hand shake, I return the favor.

Moments later I was presented with a love request... lolll. Some random guy approaches me.. "hey man what do you think of....." (now lets stop right there he was just a messenger so no homo :P) he signals to the plumped asian girls. My heart sinks the prince will have no fair lady tonight, I decline the grotesque invite but hey having some admirers is better than none right? lol.

The rumor was tonight there was going to be a showdown between "Sanga" and "Madepa" in this case we'll call him Metapod. Weird names ey I live in an area with diverse nationalities, there's even a black dude named Pinjok at my school, we called him Punjab.. but I wouldnt say it to his face loll.. Who would want to provoke a 6 foot something black guy with skitzafrenier (spelling). Anywayz we revelers hear word that both rivals are face to face. A crowd was drawing in where the 2 confront. "Are you Sanga" Metapod asks me... lol at this point I front and disguise my fear... "NO!!!" and give him a greasy... actually it was more like "noooooo" and withdraw myself behind a crowd of safety.

A quick turn of events. Mario arrives rolling on dubs, cool calm and collected this guy was admired by all. Guys wanted to be him and girls wanted to be him???? The 2 are interrupted by swinging 60's tunes". Now here is where is starts to get messy, Metapods feet begin to dance and so we have the tango between him and Mario. The whole crowd joins in and I'm not kidding this was an all out musical! There were crazy girls jiving and 2 stepping. All of a sudden 300 people are choreographed to Mario's every footstep.

Now Mario was cornered at the shopping centre car park. A little afghan guy named Ali steps in and says "JEHARRDDDD" in terrorist volume (which is about 98Db). I emerge from bushes and peek at the action. That Metapod guy starts to lose his mind in rythm and style, he takes on the role of the female and Mario leads the tango. Slumpled on the side wall Matepod is lectured by his supporters, personally I thought he did some great perawets. Some little asian dudes sprout from the ground and start 2 stepping, they were hipping and hopping breaking and locking these guys were nothing but chumps.

Suddenly a new challanger appears. He was a monster! quick stepping michael jackson walking, usher spinning genuwine slipping snoop dogg cripping, Rick Jamesing bad ass!!! Shows over... Mario was out danced. But being the suave guy he brushes imaginary dust off his shoulders and acknowledges his defeat.

Ok ok... I just told the G rated version of events... here's what really happened.. There was a huge punch on at a carnival. The End.

Story of my life.