Aerial's Adventures with Street Boogying and Crazy Forest Dwellers
I want to run out into the middle of the road and start dancing. Then the neighbors can look out their windows and be all "look at that young man, he sure can boogie." They will all run out to join me. It will be like a big party. I think we should dance to Joy Division. They have some really sexy beats that one can very easily get down with. Although there better not be anyone that is better at dancing than me. I don't like competition. Ian Curtis can show up and dance too. He's really good when he's not suffering from epilepsy. Or dead. Halfway through "she's lost control," that crazy old neighbor of mine, McGarnacle, can yell out, "You crazy kids better stop that dancin'!" We'll be all like, "Whoooa, we sure hate that blasted McGarnacle." So, we devise a plan to get rid of him. It's one of those silly deals where we get some other grumpy woman to full in love with him.
I'll just assume everything worked out as planned, and that the crazy ol' McGarnacle no longer yells at us for street boogying. Now my character, let's call him Aerial, is out boogying for some time now, but no one boogies with him! They all dance around him. He's very hurt by this, as he should be. I mean, he did start the boogie and all. So, Aerial runs away from the party thing crying. This is the really sad part of the story, a tissue may be necessary.
Aerial runs down to a ravine to encounter a pack forest thugs. They start hassling the boy and he yells things at them. This only provokes the tree urchins, they run at him with clubs. Aerial screams, "Don't hurt me! I can make your dreams come true!" They asked how, and Aerial showed them the utopia he created, aptly named DanceLand. They were happy to boogie at a place with smooth tunes, but they kicked Aerial in the shins for not thinking of a better name for the place.
Aerial learned that material possessions do not necessarily result in happiness. That, or he learned that boogying is fun.
I'll just assume everything worked out as planned, and that the crazy ol' McGarnacle no longer yells at us for street boogying. Now my character, let's call him Aerial, is out boogying for some time now, but no one boogies with him! They all dance around him. He's very hurt by this, as he should be. I mean, he did start the boogie and all. So, Aerial runs away from the party thing crying. This is the really sad part of the story, a tissue may be necessary.
Aerial runs down to a ravine to encounter a pack forest thugs. They start hassling the boy and he yells things at them. This only provokes the tree urchins, they run at him with clubs. Aerial screams, "Don't hurt me! I can make your dreams come true!" They asked how, and Aerial showed them the utopia he created, aptly named DanceLand. They were happy to boogie at a place with smooth tunes, but they kicked Aerial in the shins for not thinking of a better name for the place.
Aerial learned that material possessions do not necessarily result in happiness. That, or he learned that boogying is fun.