Author: Jessica Brady

Disclaimor: I own nothing here and am making no money off of this endevor.

WARNING: this one right here is a little odd

"I can do anything as well as you, and twice as good! It's just because you
gave Ms. Kyte a rose every morning that you managed an a! You couldn't get
calculus if it were first grade math, Jenny Quest!"

"Hey how did you know I--- and the name's Jonny, you ingrate of a scum-sucking
boot-licking--" Jessie screamed and grabbed Jonny in a headlock. She had him
literally gasping for air when he kicked his leg back against her head. She
was knocked to the ground but quickly recovered and the two stood circling in
a fighting stance.

"Ok I've got it... you pick anything and I'll whoop yo lilly white---"

"Jesseh, watch yo language, young lady!" Jonny did a very unconvincing parody
of Race Bannon, oblivious to the fact that he was standing right behind him.
When he regained consiosness Jessie was standing on a stage, miracluously
constructed in the recess area while he was knocked out.

"What in the---" Jessie laughed maliciously.

"You were too busy getting knocked senceless (at this point there is a break
in time when Jessie is too busy rolling around on the floor laughing to speak
and Jonny is glaring) to-to Bwaaaahahaha! Okay okay. You were preoccupied so I
took the liberty of choosing our contest. Dancing." Jessie smiled. She had
been going to moderate dance and tap for five years while Jonny had been going
to campy movies across the street from the studio.

"Oh boy when I'm done with you you'll be breaking down sobbing girl..." Jessie
just laughed some more and flipped on the tape. Pyr Gnitte Suiete (spelling
mistake realized) filled the outdoors and Jessie began twirling and spinning.
When all was done she was pretty satisfied with herself, she had sone very
nicely. The dancer looked over to her nemesis. He was no longer there.

"Ah, ha! So you thought you could outmatch me in the art of dance!" Oh dear
Lord prevail... there was Jonny, hair in a tight bun and wearing a leotard.
His toe shoes were a light pink.

"Hmm hmm! Music, mistro!" The conductor nodded and made a few swift motions
with his hand and the 50 member orchestra began softly playing Rodger
Brakker's "Night of the Forest". One led outstretched, he lept theough the air
and tippy toes across the stage. His sparkling tutu wafted in the breeze and
his motions were full of feeling and movement. Jonny began singing, his voice
wavering on the high C that the last few words were constricted of.

"And at last, when the night is no so dark and the wood comes alive... we will
be free to see all that romes and all light that survives. We are free, free
to dance, free of the restraints of heterosexual liiiiffffeeee!!!!" Jonny took
a poetic licence with the last line. He was right. At the end of the song when
he bowed to the huge audience Jessie was breaking down sobbing. Ah, victory at
last. He blew kisses to the still thunderous applause, and wondered briefly
why his father, Hadji, and Race were also crying.

The End.

I guess Jonny was doing more then watching campy movies, no? This seemed so
normal while I was writing it... Comments? Complaints? A lesson in ballet
terms? You've got 'em, I want 'em.