Jasper said
“Hey Gramps! Since the stage is all set, why don’t show us some of your dance moves?”
Ran laughed. “I swear Riley’s the trendsetter among you.”
He paused for awhile. Her name should be on the tip of his tongue. It should! Something that starts with ‘J’ and rhymes with ‘Casper’… J-A-S-P-E-R…
Jasper! Yes that’s right. Jasper! She’s the girl with the white hair and ruby red eyes like dragon – a wish dragon to be precise – the white one from the Never Ending Story. People with this coloring that have a condition known as… once again his memory failed him. He was sure it was a hereditary condition involving something called genes. He decided to let it slide. Science was never his strong subject, but it was still better than Math.
Inadi said
“Yeah come on Ran! I showed you my dance of sorts. Now it's time for you to show us yours.”
“Woah… oh… oh! Two against one? I give!” Ran replied with a laugh. “I give! Lesley … or Jasper, can one of you pretty ladies hold onto my coat and hat? I’d hate to make Martini sad.”
Much to the man’s relief, most of the crew had dispersed, which means there were only four of humans watching. He doubted any of them went to a club before with the exception of Lesley and perhaps Inadi. Though honestly speaking he didn’t think Inadi would have been to one before. The younger man looked far too studious and serious. Frankly, Inadi reminded him of the typical university academic protégé – the scholarship student who always topped the Dean’s List. He wouldn’t be surprised if the black haired young man, who was probably of Japanese descent based on his name, turned out to be a genius in his own right.
Ran passed his coat to one of the other humans and straightened his waistcoat. “Thanks!”
The group’s Gramps began twirling his cane experimentally. He managed to keep gripped between his pointer finger and his middle finger. Ran transferred the can back towards the palm of his hand before attempting to toss the black and gold wooden rod from one hand to the other. His left hand caught it by the head.
That was a near miss! “I hope … I er… don’t really sing that well, but I prefer dancing with music. Just… erm… just pretend you are listening to
Smooth Criminal on youtube alright?”
As he came into the window
It was the sound of a crescendo
He came into her apartment
He left the bloodstains on the carpet
She ran underneath the table
He could see she was unable
So she ran into the bedroom
She was struck down, it was her doomRan began his dance routine by leaning forward till he was tilted forty five degrees from the floor. His voice was far deeper than MJ's, but well, he can't do anything about it. The first move was known as the
anti-gravity lean. The only thing "supporting" him was his cane. He did the
Running Man steps round the cane while remaining in that angle. He circled the cane twice then he pulled himself up. He drew the cane up and held it horizontal to his chest. He shuffled to the right and then shuffled to the left. Then cane moving left to right in time with each step. He
turned on the spot Michael Jackson style incorporating the same shuffling steps from earlier to jazz it up. The cane was tucked in the area where the seat of his pants joins with the legs. It helped him maintain his posture as he spun round and round.
Annie, are you ok?
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok, Annie
Annie, are you ok?
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok, Annie
Annie, are you ok?
So, Annie are you ok?
Are you ok, Annie?
Annie, are you ok?
So, Annie are you ok, are you ok Annie?He twisted to face the rest of the group and spun the cane in front of him. He passed the cane behind and caught it. The man continued
performing a few more tricks with it. Not every trick was executed perfectly, but he was satisfied. This was his first time trying these stunts. He always wanted to try being Charlie Chaplain on the dance floor.
“Are you kids ready to party?” He asked cheery. “Let’s do the Gangnam Style!”