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Matteo was looking for a nice place to practice his b-boying. Ever since he'd gotten here two weeks ago, he hadn't found a good time for it, nor had he found anyone who was interested in dancing at all. He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans and marched his way over to a sunny spot near the lake. He sorta hoped someone would take notice of him, but he wasn't sure if he was any good now.
He began with a bit of fancy footwork and spins on his head. He frowned. Definitely not as good as before. Screw that, he thought angrily. I have to get as good as before. Otherwise the guys back home will own me. He did a flare, but it was a bit difficult on the grass. They didnt have grass back in NYC, so it was unusual for him, but hed have to suck it up. After a few more moves, he looked around to see if anyone had been watching him.
He began with a bit of fancy footwork and spins on his head. He frowned. Definitely not as good as before. Screw that, he thought angrily. I have to get as good as before. Otherwise the guys back home will own me. He did a flare, but it was a bit difficult on the grass. They didnt have grass back in NYC, so it was unusual for him, but hed have to suck it up. After a few more moves, he looked around to see if anyone had been watching him.