Log:Dancing in the Streets

2010/10/10 	 Imaginary Girl Bard 1

A thumping bass line and music that is easy to dance to fills the air, as a small (and legal) dance contest pulses through the night. There is no prize money, no prize, simply to be able to dance. As such Marcus Bard is in it, and people cheer as he does an acrobatic display in time to the music and very fitting. He spins and flips and bounces and bobs, being the performer he feels more comfortable being. However this display also had some people complaining and making very stupid, however idle, threats to beat people up over the loss of sleep, but ultimately it's going just fine.

Imaginary Girl's here, watching, listening, from where she stands on the roof-edge of a nearby three-story building. Arms crossed over her chest, she's just... watching in case trouble starts, of course.

Bard finishes his performance and starts to walk away, toweling off a bit, because he had decided to do 2 songs instead of 1, and the lights were very hot (as they were cheaper old models which he didn't count on). He had noticed Asima, and once away, mutters "Why are you here?" Almost expecting her to hear him.

Imaginary Girl looks over at Bard, just a quick sort of glance, then back to the crowd, she steps off the roof-edge and at first falls, but only for a few feet before she's flying down to land right in the middle of the dance area. The crowd goes silent, people recognizing her. She makes a quick 'cut at the throat' motion, and the music stops. "This music's bothering people. Keep it down, or turn it off", she says, coldly.

Obviously a whole lot of people aren't exactly going to step up to Asima, but bard walks over. "We have a permit, and the right to gather. Besides, most the rooms here are semi-sound proofed." He states to her plainly. "I know people are against this but at the same time we have the legal right to do so." He looks to see how she responds, but mummers of the crowd start.  he whispers, knowing her hearing range. "Because it's bothering people. If you got a permit, show it to the cops when they show up. I'm just letting y'all know that it's bugging people. Do you really need it this loud, just to dance?", Imaginary Girl asks, gesturing vaguely around herself as she asks the question - directing all her words at Bard, of course.

Bard smiles. "Thanks for the heads up, and I will." He says referring to the permit. "and as for the loudness, it's the experience. A musical concert need not be loud, but it's different when it's soft." A few people nod in agreement. 

"Can y'all at least turn down the 'thump, thump, thump' part? That's the part that goes farthest and bugs people the most... just a little bit?", Imaginary Girl asks, hands falling to her hips. "Some people're trying to get their kids to bed for school tomorrow."

Bard nods. "I'll see what I can do, Asima." he states, "However I'm not the organizer, simply the voice. I'll see what the DJ and those in charge say." His voice is soft agin so she can hear him.

"Good enough... have fun everybody", Imaginary Girl says, then, her feet lifting off the dance floor as she starts to float up into the air.

Bard looks to the the ascending figure. "Nice outfit, by the way." bard nods, heading over to the DJ to see what he thinks would be acceptable with him for his rep in addition to the event.

"Yeah... thanks", Imaginary Girl replies. Of course, Bard's words get more people's attention to her new costume, and there's a few whistles and cat-calls from the crowd. It makes the heroine blush, too.

Bard smiles having looked back to see her blush, it brought back memories. He gives her the thumbs up and points to the speakers stating he got them to compromise, then announces the party will continue to the return of cheering.

"Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!", the crowd starts chanting - and they're all looking at Imaginary Girl. Still blushing, now floating about twenty feet up, she asks, "Me..?!", though her voice is rather drowned out. Shaking her head, she says, more loudly, "I don't know how!", and the crowd falls silent, as if in disbelief.

Bard looks to the crowd, then to IG. "It's easy, move to the music." He does a flip landing on a beat. "But it doesn't need to be like that, or even a spin." He states starting into something more simply, like how a high schooler might dance with teacher watching. "Just gotta move."

Imaginary Girl frowns at Bard as he gets her attention and demonstrates. "I've never done that before", she says, as if to reinforce her previous words.

Landing on the dance floor, still blushing, Imaginary Girl watches what Bard's doing for a bit... then, pursing her lips, thinks a little bit, recalling some of the dancing she saw some of the girls doing earlier, before she interrupted everything. Finally, doing something physical in a timid way for probably the first time in her life, she lifts her hands into the air and tries to move her hips with the beat of the music...

the crowd roars with cheer and bard can't help but laugh and smile as IG starts to dance. The people like it and it's in time enough. People start clapping even though it's not over, and even Bard claps.

Imaginary Girl blushes deeply, especially when there's whistling from the guys in the crowd, too, and stops dancing, folding her arms across her chest, bashfully, even as her feet lift off the ground, yet again. "okay, okay!", she says. "I danced! I'm gonna go back on patrol, now!"

Bard salutes IG, and claps. "Thanks! Have a good night you hear?" He smiles to her, wishing her well.

Imaginary Girl lifts off into the sky, blushing deeply still, waving down to the crowd in general before turning and accelerating up into the sky.