the audition

With excitement, he headed towards the address, his feet moving swiftly as he followed the directions on the flyer. As he turned a corner, he was surprised to see such a big line inside the hall, a sprawling queue of Pokémon and trainers that seemed to stretch on forever. The air was electric with anticipation, and Ash's heart skipped a beat as he took in the sheer scale of the gathering. He felt a thrill of nervousness mixed with excitement as he joined the end of the line, his eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of the woman's friend, the one who was building the Pokémon band.

just then someone appeared on the stadge saying "hello everyone as described on the flyer I am searching for a great dancer to complete my band of pokemon" as the figure on the stage spoke, his voice boomed through the hall, echoing off the walls and ceiling. The queue of Pokémon and trainers shifted slightly, their collective attention fixed on the speaker. Ash's eyes, too, were drawn to the stage, his gaze locking onto the figure. He was a tall, slender man with a wild shock of hair that stuck out in every direction, giving him a slightly eccentric appearance. He wore a pair of thick, black-rimmed glasses perched on the end of his nose, and a wide, enthusiastic grin spread across his face.

The man's eyes sparkled with excitement as he surveyed the crowd, his gaze sweeping back and forth across the sea of faces.

As the man settled into his seat, his eyes never leaving the crowd, he gestured to the Gardevoir and Gallade flanking him. The two Pokémon nodded in unison, their eyes gleaming with a professional intensity. The Gardevoir, with its slender, humanoid body and delicate features, folded its arms across its chest, its gaze sweeping the crowd with a discerning air. The Gallade, with its more rugged, masculine appearance and imposing physique, stood with its feet shoulder-width apart, its eyes narrowed into slits as it surveyed the queue.

The man's grin never wavered as he leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table.

As the man's voice boomed through the hall, the first person in line, a young trainer with a Piplup by her side, nervously made her way to the stage. The man's grin never wavered as he greeted her warmly, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "Ah, welcome! Please, introduce yourself and show us what you've got!" The trainer hesitated for a moment before launching into a brief introduction, her voice trembling slightly as she explained her dancing experience. The Piplup, sensing its trainer's nervousness, let out a soft "Pip" of encouragement.

As the young trainer and her Piplup took the stage, Ash watched with interest, his eyes fixed on the pair as they began to dance. The Piplup's movements were stiff and awkward, its little flippers flailing wildly as it tried to keep up with its trainer's steps. The trainer herself seemed nervous, her eyes darting back and forth between the judges and the crowd as she stumbled over her own feet. The Gardevoir and Gallade watched with an air of detached professionalism, their expressions unreadable as they took in the performance. The man, however, was more encouraging, his grin never wavering as he offered words of praise and constructive criticism.

As the young trainer and her Piplup finished their performance, the man's grin faltered for a moment, his eyes flicking to the Gardevoir and Gallade, who exchanged a brief, unreadable glance. The Gardevoir's gaze then returned to the queue, its eyes scanning the crowd with a discerning air, while the Gallade's attention remained fixed on the trainer, its expression softening ever so slightly. The man's grin, however, quickly rebounded, and he offered the trainer a warm smile, his voice booming through the hall once more. "Thank you, thank you! That was a great effort! Don't be discouraged, keep practicing, and you'll get there!"

As the young trainer and her Piplup left the stage, Ash felt his heart rate quicken. He watched as the next few trainers and their Pokémon took the stage, each one performing with varying degrees of success. Some of them seemed to have a natural talent for dance, while others struggled to keep up with their partners.

As Ash was watching the trainers perform his confidence never wavered as he knew that he could do better than them, as only a few came close to what he did back at the costume shop. He shifted his weight slightly, his eyes never leaving the stage as he waited for his turn. his body seemed to be humming with energy, as if it too was eager to take the stage and show off its dancer's skills. Ash's hands were clasped together in front of him, his fingers drumming a staccato beat on his palms as he watched the current performer, a trainer with a Sceptile, stumble over their own feet.

As Ash took to the stage, swaying his hips while walking, the man's eyes lit up with interest, his grin widening ever so slightly. The Gardevoir and Gallade, too, seemed to take notice of Ash's confident stride, their gazes narrowing slightly as they watched him approach. The crowd, which had been murmuring softly to itself, fell silent, their collective attention fixed on the Quaquaval.

Ash's movements were fluid and deliberate, his hips swaying in a slow, sensual rhythm as he made his way to the center of the stage. The Quaquaval suit seemed to shimmer and shine in the light, its feathers rustling softly as Ash moved.

As the music began to play, Ash's body seemed to come alive. His movements became fluid and graceful, his feathers rustling softly as he swayed and twirled in time with the beat. His hips moved in a slow, sensual rhythm, his feet tapping out a lively pattern on the stage. His arms moved in sweeping arcs, each one punctuated by a flick of his wrists and a graceful turn of his hands. His body seemed to be in perfect sync with the music, each beat and rhythm echoed in his movements.

The crowd watched in awe as Ash danced, their eyes wide with wonder and amazement.

Ash was loving the attention he was getting as he continued to dance. He felt the energy of the crowd pulsing through him, driving him to move with more passion and grace than ever before. His feathers shimmered and rustled as he twirled and spun, his movements perfectly in sync with the music.

The man on stage watched with wide-eyed wonder, his grin never wavering as he took in Ash's performance. The Gardevoir and Gallade, too, seemed to be impressed, their gazes fixed on Ash with a mixture of surprise and admiration and when the music ended he stood at the same place were he begun in a bowing pose.

As Ash held the bowing pose, the crowd erupted into applause, their hands clapping together in a thunderous rhythm that echoed off the walls and ceiling of the hall. The man on stage, his grin still plastered on his face, leapt to his feet, his eyes shining with excitement as he joined in the applause. The Gardevoir and Gallade, too, rose from their seats, their faces expressionless, but their eyes gleaming with a hint of admiration as they clapped along with the crowd.

The applause seemed to go on forever, the sound waves washing over Ash like a warm, golden tide.

As the applause finally died down, the man's grin never faltered, his eyes still shining with excitement. He took a deep breath, and his voice boomed out across the hall, echoing off the walls and ceiling. "Wow, just... wow!" he exclaimed, his hands still clapping together in appreciation. "I have to say, I've never seen anyone dance like that before. You, my friend, are a true Quaquaval!" The crowd murmured in agreement, their faces still flushed with excitement.

The man took a step forward, his eyes locked on Ash's. "I am Rémi, the leader of this Pokémon band, and I have to say, I'm impressed. Your movements were fluid, your rhythm was impeccable, and your passion was palpable. You truly embodied the spirit of a Quaquaval." Rémi's voice was filled with enthusiasm, and his words were punctuated by nods of agreement from the Gardevoir and Gallade, who were still standing, their eyes fixed on Ash.

As Rémi spoke, he began to walk towards Ash, his long strides eating up the distance between them. Ash felt a sense of pride and accomplishment wash over him. He had never felt so alive, so connected to his body and his movements. The applause still echoed in his mind, and he could feel the energy of the crowd still pulsing through him.

Rémi then stretched out his hand saying "do you take my offer to become our dancer" without waisting a second Ash shook the hand.

As Ash's hand closed around Rémi's, a spark of excitement seemed to fly between them, like a jolt of electricity that left both men grinning from ear to ear. The handshake was firm, but not crushing, a perfect balance of strength and warmth that seemed to seal the deal. Ash felt a rush of pride and accomplishment as he shook Rémi's hand, the applause of the crowd still echoing in his mind like a distant memory.

Rémi's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, his face creasing into a thousand tiny lines that spoke of years of laughter and joy. "Welcome to the team, Ash," he said, his voice booming out across the hall once more.

With a nod from Rémi, the other contestants filed out of the hall, leaving only Ash, Rémi, Gallade, and Gardevoir behind. The disappointed looks on the faces of the other contestants were evident, but Ash knew that he had given it his all, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment as they left.

Rémi turned to Ash with a warm smile, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "Now, let's get down to business," he said, his voice low and conspiratorial. "We have a lot to discuss, and not a lot of time to waste, but for it we have to head home since the others are still at my home." He nodded towards the exit, and Ash followed him, his long strides easily keeping pace with Rémi's.

As they walked, the sound of their footsteps echoed off the walls of the empty hall, a stark contrast to the thunderous applause that had filled the space just moments before. The Gardevoir and Gallade fell into step behind them, their eyes fixed on Ash with a mixture of curiosity and interest.

Rémi pushed open the door and led Ash out into the bright sunlight, the warm rays dancing across his face as he blinked away the dimness of the hall.

As Rémi called his Limousine, Ash started to talk with the Gardevoir and Gallade, who were extremely nice to him. The Gardevoir, with its elegant, humanoid body and its long, slender arms, smiled warmly at Ash, its eyes shining with kindness. The Gallade, with its muscular build and its sharp, angular features, nodded at Ash in greeting, its eyes gleaming with interest. Ash felt a sense of wonder at the two Pokémon, who seemed to embody the very essence of elegance and refinement.

"Congratulations on your performance," the Gardevoir said, its voice like music. "You truly have a gift for dance."

Ash thanked them as the Gallade asked him "What is your name" to which he gave them a name more fitting for a Quaquaval like him.

Ash's eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief as he replied, "I am Azure, the dancing Quaquaval." The name seemed to roll off his tongue with ease, and the Gardevoir and Gallade exchanged a look of approval. The Gardevoir's elegant face broke into a warm smile, and it nodded its head in appreciation. "Ah, Azure, a fitting name indeed," it said, its voice like a gentle breeze on a summer's day.

The Gallade, with its sharp, angular features, nodded its head in agreement, its eyes gleaming with interest.