Local Dance - Bei Yi
by nr9
The week after the CK dance, it
was boring. There were exams, but nr9 knew that
local dances will help him absorb local intelligence.
On that weekend, nr9 went with local mike to
a bushiban trial lesson. It was funny. nr9 didn't
understand shit but wore a third grade CK uniform
and everyone thought he was the shit. When he
was asked questions, nr9 confidently answered
the correct answer: 69. For some reason, the
teachers became suspicious and when nr9 and
mike were prompted to fill out personal information,
nr9 simply wrote down mankit's phone number
and a fake name. The bushiban staff called mankit's
number and asked if nr9's fake name was there.
They were pissed and sent someone to escort
nr9 and mike out of the cram school. nr9 and
Mike were then faced with nothing to do and
a nearby local school dance at TFG. Mike simply
walked up to some of his local gangbangers and
asked for some tickets and we got some of them
and got in. TFG was really shitty. The music
sucked and the DJ made the atmosphere really
cold. It was different from CK. It was more
formal, there were more breaking crews around,
and the DJ said no trains. No trains? FUCK THAT.
Everyone started forming trains anyway and nr9
and mike started the fun by stealing glowsticks.
At this dance, nr9 learned the importance of
keeping the glowsticks. He stuffed them in mike's
ass and mike's ass glowed like a shitbowl. After
stealing glowsticks, nr9 and mike were being
chased by fuckin dinosaurs. It became really
violent as they pushed the dinosaurs to the
floor. Also, nr9 got punched in the head(after
stealing a glowstick from a bitch) by a fuckin
gay ass local who hits softer than nr9's dick
slaps his bitch's pussy. nr9 wanted the glowsticks
to be kept but mike had different plans and
being the pimp he is, he decided to hand out
the glowsticks to chicks and dinos. This dance
was a trial for glowstick stealling and the
next one at CKSH would yield 200 glowsticks
stolen by us. The dance and local bushiban did
help nr9's exams so the moral of the story is
that it is necessary to be surrounded by locals.