Today I come to you feeling about as sore as hell. Some of you may be thinking, “Did you work out too hard last night, Cassie?” and the answer would be yes. We not only did stretching and cardio, but we did “sock derby”, which is pretending to play with all our gear on save for our skates and do the moves in our socks. I jammed one time and made it through the pack twice–and then died on my feet ’cause, believe it or not, I’d run over three hundred and fifty feet at that point–the fastest way around the track is about 188 feet and I wasn’t running that–and fought my way through a pack of blockers.
Oh, and after that we got on skates and did it again. I went down many times and had some difficulty actually blocking blockers from blocking. I got called on penalties–I went at the jamming by skating the wrong way down the track, a no-no–knocked down my own jammer, and took a couple of hard falls as well. In one video I look a little lost, but given this was my first time actually playing a two minute jam, the fact I’m ready for more is a sign of winning.
But I’m sore. All over.
Someone who isn’t sore is Annie. Kerry isn’t sore, either. In fact, they’re ready to dance. Let’s finish this off–
(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017 by Cassidy Frazee)
“Speaking of sitting—” Annie tugged on Kerry’s arm. “Shall we go to our sofa?”
Kerry chuckled. “Lead on, Sweetie.”
As they walked across the Dining Hall Annie was surprised by some of the stares they received from their level mates. She’d noticed a certain distance building up between them over the last couple of weeks, but ever since Kerry’s judgment trial the avoidance was far more pronounced. Annie suspected a big reason for this was that, given both their judgment trials and their Guardian test, people finally recognized them as not only being far different, but also dangerous.
She wasn’t concerned and, from what she saw, neither was Kerry. As Helena had told her back in their A Levels, it’s good having a bad ass reputation as no one will mess with you, and Annie found she preferred things this way. She’d never had much affinity for most of the people in her level and if they were eager to keep a certain distance between them, she was the last to object to their decision.
And here she was presenting herself as the embodiment of Death. She couldn’t wait to see what Helena would say about her costume choice.
There is, that bad ass rep that Helena said they should cultivate. Both kids have been through Judgement Trials, publicly fought Rage zombies like their lives depended on it, and have all kinds of rumors swirling around them about “activities” they’re doing outside the school–yeah, it’s only natural at this point that a lot of the students are gonna be totally wary of them. And given that they do little with the people in their own level, Annie sort of digs this feeling that she doesn’t fit in for all the right reasons.
Now that reps are out of the way the kids are ready to relax. Well, almost…
They were almost to their sofa when Erywin’s voice ran out. “All right, everyone: the dedications are starting early tonight—”
Kerry stopped and turned to Annie. “I think we should hold off sitting.”
Annie nearly laughed as she was not only sure that Kerry had dedicated a song to her, but that it was likely she had a dedication as well. “Lead on, my love.”
They just reached the edge of the cleared dance floor when Erywin—who wore a sliver jumpsuit and had blue hair—smiled as she read her tablet. “So, first dedication of the evening goes out to a rather well-known C Level in Cernunnos Coven. It reads: ‘To my dearest: no matter what trials and tribulations I go through, the one constant in my life is that I need you. Love, Kerry’.” She motioned at Annie and Kerry. “It’s your dance floor: have at it.”
Kerry led Annie on to the floor, surrounded by students who’d become used to seeing this event. He’d only managed to place is arm around Annie’s waist when the music began. He gave her a quick spin that matched the tempo before they began their dance in earnest.
Nearly thirty seconds passed before Annie asked the inevitable question. “And what is this song?”
“Baby I Need Your Loving, by The Four Tops.” Kerry put his arm around Annie once again and gave them both a twirl. “Given how things have went since we finished our B Levels, it’s a perfect affirmation.”
She clutched him tight for just a moment. “You needed worry that you’ll never have my love.”
“Am I worthy of it?”
She looked into his eyes. “Do you have to ask?”
“No, but it’s always good to hear.”
She kissed his lips. “You are always worth of my love.”
“And you are worthy of my love and even more.” He arched his eyebrows. “Only we gotta wait for that other stuff.”
Annie laughed. “It can be hard being us.”
“Not as long as we have each other.”
The continued in silence until the song ended but they didn’t leave the dance floor, for they both suspected what was coming next. Deanna—who wore a cream colored Ionic chiton—read this dedication. “This dedication also comes from the C Level floor in Cernunnos Coven. It reads: ‘Whatever you and I face, we face together. We will laugh and cry as one, but it will always be done in love. With the sadness behind us, let’s enjoy this moment. Love, Annie’.” Deanna floated her tablet to one said as she started the next song.
Kerry didn’t need to ask about his soul mate’s song choice: Daft Punk’s Get Lucky was one of the most recognizable songs of the last summer. He took a moment to watch Annie dance around him with wild abandon before joining her, because if there was one thing he loved, it was watching her enjoy herself.
They dance in silence for a little more than a minute before Kerry moved close enough to speak in a low voice. “You know ‘getting lucky’ is a euphonium for having sex?”
Annie nodded. “I do know.”
“People here are gonna think you picked this song because we’re off to do it after the dance.”
Annie turned a playful gaze upon him for a few seconds before a mischievous grin appeared on her face. “Why, my love, you make that sound like a bad thing.”
One of the things that’s become a stable during the Samhain Dance is Kerry dedicating a song to Annie. Third time in a row and this time he picked a up-tempo, short tune: Baby I Need Your Loving, by The Four Tops, a great piece of Motown that always brings a smile and head nod to me. Actually, this song started playing during my last fight to Hong Kong in 2005 and I experienced one of those moments when you’re relaxed and content and everything seems to be perfect. Yeah, it was a good moment.
And for the second year in a row Annie has a song dedication for Kerry. Since her tastes are far more modern, her pick was the Song of the Summer of 2013–it was released 19 April of that year–Get Lucky by Daft Punk featuring Pharrell Williams on vocals. And it’s just the sort of song to get our little gothy Death to move around and dance with all her heart. And to admit to Kerry that she knows the title is a double entendre about having sex and, why love, is that bad? Annie has really reached the point where she gives zero fucks about what others in the school think of her or her relationship, though when she’s with close friends she lets them know the truth.
How about a little fire, Scarecrow?