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Mao lived for parties. He lived for music and dancing and flashing lights and the admiring eyes of a crowd. His mother had once told him the story of her life, saying how she had been a party girl, a wild child who couldn't be controlled, but that turned out to be a lie, her cover story as a researcher for the Genome Project. Mao hadn't felt betrayed, he felt sorry for her. That wonderful, thrilling life she had made up had never happened. He knew from the excitement in which she told those stories that she had wanted to be like that. And so, because she never had, and now that she was dead, never could, Mao lived her fantasy life for her. During those few months he lived on the street, he snuck into every club he could. He breakdanced (as well as performed other feats) on busy market corners for change. He drank and stole and lived it up the best he could. Now that he was living with his brother, his opportunities for having fun had dwindled, but tonight he aimed to make up for lost time.
As soon as the band put down their instruments Mao threw himself into the crowd. He downed two plastic cups of beer in record time, then began to dance. And dance he did. There wasn't a second where he wasn't moving, everything seemingly perfectly timed to the beat and done with fluid ease. He didn't stick to one particular style, often mixing it up within one song. And it wasn't long before he threw 'gender appropriate' moves out the window. As flexible as a cat, Mao's swaying hips and ambiguous undulations attracted a small handful of guys from behind, only for them to stumble away, red faced, when they realized he was a boy. They really couldn't be blamed, Mao was often compared by his detractors to a thirteen year old girl. And to make things worse he had gleefully borrowed Eden's eyeliner for the gig, which surely won him some brownie points.
Actual girls were either intimidated by his dancing talent, or just couldn't keep up. So for the most part, Mao danced by himself. He didn't seem to mind as long as he attracted a circle or two of gawkers now and then.