“Tasha this isn’t a good idea.” Marie looked through the gym door. “The stands are packed!”
“Good.” Tasha let out a heavy sigh. “If I’m coming out, it might as well be big.” She shook her hands and paced in a tight circle. “I need to do this, Claire.”
“You’re on deck,” the dance competition official said. “This way, and wait at the door.”
Tasha winked at Claire and walked to the spot designated by the official.
“You got this,” Claire said, giving a thumbs up.
Tasha gave a quick finger wave and grin.
The final strain of the previous dance team’s music faded. Tasha saw them dash to the far end of the gym floor, file out to the side.
“Up next Central High school.” An official pulled the door open for Tasha, ushering her in.
“Where is the rest of your team?” This was the announcer.
“I’m a team of one.” Tasha shrugged and moved to the edge of the dance area.
“The next school up is Central High.” The amplified voice reverberated throughout the gym.
Tasha walked to the center of the gym.
“Central High you have the floor and your music is on.”
The second of silence stretched. The sudden blast of the bass note sent a jolt through the crowd. A gasp that changed barometric pressure of the room came next.
Tasha held hands over had, fingers dangling towards her head. Another set of arms were overhead, palms out. A third set splayed from her shoulders pointing to the rafters. The fourth set stuck out from here body forming a cross. Another set pointed to the ground and behind. The final set extended forward with fingers curling in a come hither.
The entire front row of the bleachers showed large amounts of white in their eyes.
Tasha’s choice of music changed to a steady rolling rhythm. A body detached, taking a set of arms with it. This process repeated for each set of arms with another five more bodies appearing. Each body’s appearance was identical to Tasha. The only difference, though no one in the stands could tell, were the eyes. Only one dancer had normal eyes, the rest shared milky white, hazy eyes.
Every dancer moved in perfect timing with the driving music blaring over the sound system. Spins ended with crisp precision, flips and leaps cleared the exact distance needed. Each dancer’s hips swayed in unison.
The entire gymnasium sat in graveyard silence. Jaws slacked and eyes widened. Every spectator watched as the identical dancers completed their complex gyrations and intricate choreography.
The music built up in volume and cadence. The movements of the dancers picked up in time. As the final notes carried, Tasha stood in the center of the dance area. Each of the clones were away from her, but turned to face center. At a single step interval, each dancer darted toward their creator. As they approached to an arms distance, each dancer leaped and collided with the host, melding with Tasha.
As the last body disappeared from view, Tasha stood in perfect on point stance.
The music faded and the audience’s breathing returned. Tasha walked with the poise of a prima Dona and left the dance area.
As Tasha strode past the announcer, she said, “Not bad for a Meta-Human, huh?” Tasha kept walking, even with the dark clad person detaching from the stands.