Snippet #2135095

Marshall had spent the last few minutes before the show mentally preparing himself. He used live a train ride away from Madrid, and he was scared to death his friend would come once again. A memory had struck him this morning, one of a year young version of himself with a girl and a big group of friends. It was the semi-annual anniversary of Marsh's visit to the carnival. He remembered seeing Alaska and Sophia, but he hadn't been much interested with that girl around his hip. If he could only remember her name. 

Once he joined the other dancers, he knew all eyes were on him and Sophia. If they screwed, a life in the back would be their future. He watched the first group perform, and the audience was already out of their seats. Mocha would perform in the third group, being one of the few male dancers. As the second group came back in, he walked out with the three other girls performing with him, Alexis and Mallory. It's show time. 

They started out strong and sexy, getting the crowd as riled up as possible. Marsh pulled a fankick and roars of approval reverberated around the audience. They were nothing to the first group with Alaska, but most likely the closest. Once they finished, another group came out so Alaska, Sophia, and Marshall could make any final arrangements. 

"Any final regrets?" He asked Alaska, watching the group out of the corner of his eye. He looked at Sophia, who looked a like nervous. His eyes started to glow pink as he tried to make emotions change from nervousness to confidence. It really tired him, and made him stumble back. Alex caught him, asking if he was okay, and Marshall did a handspring to readjust. He looked to Alaska once more, and prepared to perform.