It's 1997. You don't know where you are. You hear music, loud music. I'm lost, you think. You're in downtown Atlanta, an unfamiliar area at twelve thirty in the morning. It's pitch black.In your head you think that if you find the music, you can ask somebody how to get out of here.Suddenly, the music gets louder.So loud, even in your car, you have to plug your ears.You see people. Lots of them. They're all in the streets, dancing. It's the coolest thing you've ever seen.So many people coming together, dancing. Your mind goes wild, you think it's a competition, which it is not, but you wouldn't get it. All the people are just dancing in the streets. Not because they have to for practice or anything, they're naturally gifted.They're doing it because they're expressing themselves. This is just a normal day in the neighborhood for these kids. There must be a hundred of them, just dancing. None of them doing the same thing.You think it's a party, it's not. The people are just chilling with they're friends. One of them comes up to your car, you think about driving away, but you don't your just to hypnotized. The boy asks you what you want. You tell him you need directions, the boy was nice, he said they're not bad kids, just bored ones doing what they do everyday after school. He tells you the way out. But you hang around for a while watching them. Once you finally drive away you won't forget, it's thirteen years later, and you still remember perfectly.
-Inspiration for this story- "Step-Up 2, The Streets"
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