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[#140] Wannabe Bollywood-Dancer (Transformers G1/IDW)
Theme Prompt: #140 Learning Lessons
Title: Wannabe Bollywood-Dancer
Fandom: Transformers G1 / IDW
Rating/Warnings: T - because it has hints of seduction in it | Also: contains shipping
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 948
Summary: Thundercracker learns to dance for personal reasons and Buster is a slightly confused dog
AN: Here is the song with the matching movie scene that inspired that story. [Now please image this scene with two 30 ft tall robots.]
While I sit on the ground and keep my optics fixed on the TV-screen, I feel the anticipation grow within myself. I have seen this movie countless times, yet I’m always looking forward to my favorite scene.
Is it because I think the actress is quite attractive for a human? No, that’s not the reason. I enjoy watching this scene because of way she dances to seduce the one her heart desires, along with the beautiful song she sings.
I have memorized every single word of it, despite it not being an English song.
I don’t dare to blink. I don’t want to miss an astro-second from what is about to happen. I could describe this scene with thousands of words if someone would ask me to do it.
The spacious living room appears on the screen, the first tunes of the song are played in the background and I find myself singing silently along.
Absent-minded I talk to Buster who is laying on my lap. “If only I would have the courage she has.”
Later that evening I find myself sitting in front of the computer, searching for dance tutorials. Of course there are tutorials for that dance, that’s just normal for dances featured in Bollywood movies. I click on a couple of videos until I find one, that is suitable for someone who isn’t much of a dancer like me.
I try to memorize as many steps as possible. No, today I don’t have the courage to make a fool out of myself and practice a dance in front of the computer. I looke over to Buster who is sound asleep. My buddy will be the only one witnessing how I try to teach myself a seductive dance I might never use.
I lay awake longer than intended, even my body yearns for some recharging. But my memory bank keeps me awake, presenting me fantasies about how it should end, once I would have succeeded in learning the dance and gather the courage to ask Skywarp if he would like to re-create my favorite movie-scene. There are moments when I hate that the one my spark has chosen to fall for is him. In these moments I try to calm myself with saying to myself, that it could have been worse if it would have been Starscream. But then, why did I have to fall in love at all?
During the next days I find myself working on my screenplay in the morning, in the afternoon I work on a second screenplay, which isn’t intended for a bigger audience and the evenings are now reserved for dancing lessons.
The first days it had been awkward to stand in front of my computer and follow the steps and I was close to quit. I could see Buster’s eyes on me who was probably wondering what was wrong with me and why I was acting so strange.
The hardest thing was to pretend that there was someone else with me and I was a few times close to reach out to Skywarp and invite him over, pretending that I was in need of his help. But I refrained from that, I knew that it wouldn’t be wise to put myself in such tempting moments.
It was in general harder than expected to memorize the steps of the dance, especially when I wasn’t listen to the song which always made the scene appear before my inner optics.
Around one week into my daily dancing practice I decided that I shouldn’t use the tutorial anymore and switched to the scene itself. To archive the maximal result I’ve rearrange the living room area of my place in a similar fashion like in the movie, trying to mimic the bedroom as well. One would have thought that this was in fact really weird and a sign of obsession but I treated this as just requisites I would have to use in one scene of my very own upcoming screenplay with me and Skywarp in the leading roles.
I am sure that now nearly three weeks later Buster is tired of that song and wonders if I have any other song or any other video on the computer. But right now I don’t even need the video anymore. I’m amazed that in retrospect it took me less time than expected to learn the dance, given that I never thought that this would be something I would learn and me working on two screenplays as well, besides from whatever else I was doing during the day. As awkward as it had been in the beginning, the better I got the more fun I had. I knew for whom I was doing it and that kept me going.
During the previous night I had written the final sentence of the second screenplay. I just finished proof-reading and thought that it was solid work: a nice re-tell of the scene with some dialogue. Now I just needed someone to practice with.
“Wish me luck.” Nervously I tapped on the communication pad I was holding in my hands. I have waited long enough, tonight I wanted to see if I could succeed in making my life a movie. I had to wait one maybe two astro-minutes until I received the answer I had hoped to receive but which I also secretly feared the most. ‘Alright. See ya tonight.’
Skywarp had agreed to come over and help me act out some scenes. I’ve told him the little lie that I was stuck with my current screenplay and needed him as acting partner, to see where I could improve my scenes. Little did he knew that I had different intentions.
Title: Wannabe Bollywood-Dancer
Fandom: Transformers G1 / IDW
Rating/Warnings: T - because it has hints of seduction in it | Also: contains shipping
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 948
Summary: Thundercracker learns to dance for personal reasons and Buster is a slightly confused dog
AN: Here is the song with the matching movie scene that inspired that story. [Now please image this scene with two 30 ft tall robots.]
While I sit on the ground and keep my optics fixed on the TV-screen, I feel the anticipation grow within myself. I have seen this movie countless times, yet I’m always looking forward to my favorite scene.
Is it because I think the actress is quite attractive for a human? No, that’s not the reason. I enjoy watching this scene because of way she dances to seduce the one her heart desires, along with the beautiful song she sings.
I have memorized every single word of it, despite it not being an English song.
I don’t dare to blink. I don’t want to miss an astro-second from what is about to happen. I could describe this scene with thousands of words if someone would ask me to do it.
The spacious living room appears on the screen, the first tunes of the song are played in the background and I find myself singing silently along.
Absent-minded I talk to Buster who is laying on my lap. “If only I would have the courage she has.”
Later that evening I find myself sitting in front of the computer, searching for dance tutorials. Of course there are tutorials for that dance, that’s just normal for dances featured in Bollywood movies. I click on a couple of videos until I find one, that is suitable for someone who isn’t much of a dancer like me.
I try to memorize as many steps as possible. No, today I don’t have the courage to make a fool out of myself and practice a dance in front of the computer. I looke over to Buster who is sound asleep. My buddy will be the only one witnessing how I try to teach myself a seductive dance I might never use.
I lay awake longer than intended, even my body yearns for some recharging. But my memory bank keeps me awake, presenting me fantasies about how it should end, once I would have succeeded in learning the dance and gather the courage to ask Skywarp if he would like to re-create my favorite movie-scene. There are moments when I hate that the one my spark has chosen to fall for is him. In these moments I try to calm myself with saying to myself, that it could have been worse if it would have been Starscream. But then, why did I have to fall in love at all?
During the next days I find myself working on my screenplay in the morning, in the afternoon I work on a second screenplay, which isn’t intended for a bigger audience and the evenings are now reserved for dancing lessons.
The first days it had been awkward to stand in front of my computer and follow the steps and I was close to quit. I could see Buster’s eyes on me who was probably wondering what was wrong with me and why I was acting so strange.
The hardest thing was to pretend that there was someone else with me and I was a few times close to reach out to Skywarp and invite him over, pretending that I was in need of his help. But I refrained from that, I knew that it wouldn’t be wise to put myself in such tempting moments.
It was in general harder than expected to memorize the steps of the dance, especially when I wasn’t listen to the song which always made the scene appear before my inner optics.
Around one week into my daily dancing practice I decided that I shouldn’t use the tutorial anymore and switched to the scene itself. To archive the maximal result I’ve rearrange the living room area of my place in a similar fashion like in the movie, trying to mimic the bedroom as well. One would have thought that this was in fact really weird and a sign of obsession but I treated this as just requisites I would have to use in one scene of my very own upcoming screenplay with me and Skywarp in the leading roles.
I am sure that now nearly three weeks later Buster is tired of that song and wonders if I have any other song or any other video on the computer. But right now I don’t even need the video anymore. I’m amazed that in retrospect it took me less time than expected to learn the dance, given that I never thought that this would be something I would learn and me working on two screenplays as well, besides from whatever else I was doing during the day. As awkward as it had been in the beginning, the better I got the more fun I had. I knew for whom I was doing it and that kept me going.
During the previous night I had written the final sentence of the second screenplay. I just finished proof-reading and thought that it was solid work: a nice re-tell of the scene with some dialogue. Now I just needed someone to practice with.
“Wish me luck.” Nervously I tapped on the communication pad I was holding in my hands. I have waited long enough, tonight I wanted to see if I could succeed in making my life a movie. I had to wait one maybe two astro-minutes until I received the answer I had hoped to receive but which I also secretly feared the most. ‘Alright. See ya tonight.’
Skywarp had agreed to come over and help me act out some scenes. I’ve told him the little lie that I was stuck with my current screenplay and needed him as acting partner, to see where I could improve my scenes. Little did he knew that I had different intentions.
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It lives in my head rent free since days.
I swear my other writings in that fandom are more serious (unless you can make fun out of Skywarp).
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Believe me I have laughed so much while writing this story.
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Maybe it might even fit one of the past prompts.
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