Jon sauntered out of the door, each step landing on the glowing marks in front of her. Her hips swaying from side to side with each click of her heeled tennis shoes.
Boom de clap. Buh-boom de clap de clap.
The beat continued as she bounced down the stair, her hands swaying the pom-poms to the arrows as they swished back and forth along her sides. The movement was more subdued but constant as the melody slowed down. As she entered the kitchen of the mansion of a house. The kitchen was massive, with a marbled top island in the center. An attractive blonde woman was sitting at the end of it, sipping a cocktail glass. Dressed in a black form-fitting dress. The mother of Sarah, Susan McMillan, looked up as her dancing daughter.
*Level 1: Clear!
Rank: C
The initial beat stopped and was replaced by one fitting a high-end restaurant or a classy bar. Jon's pom-poms stopped glowing, and the rhythm game prompts vanished. Yet Jon couldn't move from the stop, despite her body kept bouncing around without her input.
"Excited about Nationals then?" said Susan, taking another sip of the drink, yet the glass didn't get any emptier.
Several glowing blue boxes appear in front of Jon.
[You bet! I'll take the others squads to the cleaners!]
[Of course. Another chance show, much better the McMillans are.]
[Sigh Why ask such an obvious question. Rolls eyes]
[Giggle Pose Who wouldn't be.]
"Do you know what's going on?" asked Jon, as her body wouldn't stay still. The top barely containing her breasts as they jiggled like jello. Each arm bent and bounced to the beat without her input.
Susan didn't respond and kept taking sips of her glass.
Jon realized that she had to pick a prompt or be stuck in this idle animation for who knows how long.
