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[i]Clap! Clap! Clap![/i] Charmed by the taller boy's confidence, Inti took to clapping right away once he understood what was going on. That brown haired Occidental sure had charisma, working the crowd like he had. As he took to the center of the dance floor and started his routine, words and whispers began to fly around the circle of students. 

[sub]"Isn't that, you know, that guy?"

"It's Franz Steiner!"

"The genius?"

"You mean the sham!"

"He's even skilled at dance."

"Is there nothing he can't do?"

"He'd be better off at Vaganova than here with the [i]real[/i] Polymaths."[/sub]

Apparently this "Franz" was quite famous. A lot of what was being said went right over Inti's head, but the dancer's name had been repeated so often that there would be no mistaking who they were talking about. He'd actually heard the name mentioned on the airship as well, so not he could put a face to the name. Still clapping his hands, Inti leaned over to a girl who had crowded in beside him. 

[color=EB8FE9]"What exactly is Franz so well known for?"[/color] he asked her. The girl looked surprised. 

"Have you been living under a rock?"

[color=EB8FE9]"Heheh, sort of..."[/color]

With a shrug, the female student started listing things off on her fingers. "He's smart, handsome, athletic, musically inclined..." She sounded close to swooning, but her features hardened before she went on. "...but they say he took up Mesmerology. I don't know why someone so smart would do something so stupid."

Well, he wasn't expecting that. [i]Interesting![/i] Inti was more impressed by the last fact than any of the former. He didn't ask anymore questions of the girl, and she gave no more information. They both continued to appreciate the display of culture before them. When it was over, Inti clapped all the harder. He grinned at Franz as he approached. 

[color=EB8FE9]"That was amazing,"[/color] he said, [color=EB8FE9]"I guess you weren't lying about being the best."[/color] Franz patted his shoulder, said something to him and -

Ah... wait, had he said that it was Inti's turn now? The Inca blinked in surprise, not expecting to be called out. He looked back and forth between Franz's retreating back and the dance floor he'd just vacated. Indeed, it seemed that after the boy's impressive display no one else dared to take the spotlight, though they lingered and jived around the edge of it. Energy was infectious it seemed, but confidence wasn't. Now, Inti wouldn't exactly describe himself as a confident dancer, but could at least sacrifice himself to the dance floor to keep the energy up. He took a deep breath, puffed all five foot two of himself up, and strode into the ring of onlookers to take his turn.

He doubted that the brass band would be able to play anything that truly sounded like the [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6q4SQ_R43IQ]music of his homeland[/url]. He also had no idea how to properly dance to the Occidental style of music that was currently being played, let alone the thought of trying to match up to Franz's performance. He would just have to... adapt. Improvise. He could do that!

Probably!

Too soon he found himself in the middle of the floor. He realized he should probably have shed his poncho much the same as Franz had shed his jacket, but it was a little late for that now. The current song was already part way through and seemed to be winding down, so Inti used it to get his bearings. A bit awkward maybe, but it didn't last long. When the next [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SY3Kxf7ZTeI]piece[/url] began, Inti felt he had more or less got the gist. He bounced lightly on his toes, the up and down motion shaking the tassels on his clothes. He tucked one arm behind his back, the other held out in front of him with his hand turned in a welcoming gesture. 

Inti's dancing was much different than the boy who'd taken the floor before him. Short skips and hops instead of sweeping movements and leaps. Inti's steps were simple and quick, made clumsy when the music took a turn and the Abya Yalan style didn't match up cleanly. He turned with his hands out stretched, dancing close to the edge of the crowd and inviting students to jump in. The very few that did stayed on the fringe of the dance floor. Others laughed, and Inti laughed with them. 

When the song came to an end he retreated from the dance floor quickly, holding the poncho away from his body and using it as a poor fan. [color=EB8FE9]"Phew. That was fun."[/color]