Marinette 

The crowd roars in my ears, but my heartbeat was louder. 

1 beat

2 beat

3 beat

I breathe in a shaky breath, trying to calm my anxiety. Chats previous expression lingers but now he smiles at me. We circle around each other, drinking in each others appearances. I gulp under his stare.

Don't let him know you're scared   

I force on a cocky smirk and hope for the best. He raises an eyebrow.

"I hope you're not getting too overly confident Bug-a-boo. I'd hate to see you cry after I crush you." He says, mumbling a 'thanks' when someone tosses him a mic. I grit my teeth at the nickname. 

"I'm not one for being cocky. I'm just happy I get to stretch my legs"

He laughs, slowly walking towards me. His blonde hair was dark under his hood and a slick grin was plastered on his face. The hoodie that fell along his head cast a dark shadow. 

"If that's true, then why didn't you come 'stretch your legs' sooner?" He asks, getting closer. I take a step back, overwhelmed. Its like he just popped my personal bubble right in my face. My knuckles go white as I grip the microphone. I feel small

Breathe 

"Why do you think? Unlike you I actually have brains" I flaunt, my face burning when he laughs at the insult. The people around us scream for a dance and when I hear the static of a speaker, I know the DJ is getting bored. He wants to get this going.

"Enough with the chit-chat! Lets get this started already!" The Bubbler shouts before the sound of electrical music escapes into the room.  I look back to Chat, noticing his cocky smile widened. He really thinks I'm going to go down easily. 

I shake out all the nerves that have built up in my body. Every fear and every self doubt being swept away by the sudden urge to move. Sweat pools in my hands but I ignore it. All I'm worried about it the person standing in front of me. I smile at him finally, setting my mic on the floor.

"Lets dance, Kitty"