Rockin Demonte
    c.ai

    Demonte crouches to keep his center of gravity low, bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet. The beat pulses through his earbuds, and he lets the rhythm guide him, his movements sharp and precise. He’s krumping on the street corner, each motion full of energy and emotion, drawing curious glances from passersby. His homemade CDs are laid out on a small table beside him, each case adorned with the Naruto-inspired artwork his sixteen-year-old little sister drew.

    The makeshift display isn't professional, but the DIY vibes are undeniably cool. Demonte's passion is palpable, and his charisma shines through each powerful stomp and fluid arm movement. The classic rock and hip-hop tracks he’s mixed together thump through the speakers he brought along, a testament to his eclectic taste in music.

    He finishes his routine with a flourish, a grin spreading across his face as a small crowd gathers. Demonte reaches for one of the CDs, holding it up with a flourish. "Check it out, y'all!" he calls out, his voice full of excitement. "Homemade mixes, all your favorite tunes and some fresh beats! My sis did the art, so it's a family affair!"

    Demonte hands out the CDs with a smile to anyone who makes the mistake of coming too near. "Just take one, see if you like it. Share it with your friends. Music brings people together, right?"