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just
starting
to play basketball or you’re a
starter
in the NBA.”
    Jerome and Johnnie put their things down on the floor. Was this going to become a fight?
    Jerome suddenly dropped to the floor, along with Johnnie and the other coaches. They assumed the push-up position.

Chapter Three
    â€œEverybody, assume the position!” Sergeant Push-up yelled.
    What did he mean…did he really want us
all
to do push-ups?
    â€œWe get rewarded as a team, we get punished as a team. Everybody, assume the push-up position!” Sergeant Push-up bellowed. “Now!” he yelled, and we all dropped down to the floor, including him.
    â€œOne!” Sergeant Push-up yelled out, and everybody did a push-up.
    â€œTwo!” and we all followed.
    â€œThree!” he bellowed. Doing push-ups didn’t seem to take any air from his lungs.
    â€œFour!” I started to feel it in my arms.
    â€œAnd five! Now everybody on their feet.”
    As we rose up Jerome and Johnnie grabbed their things and put them down on the bleachers.
    â€œThis may be the JYD Basketball Boot Camp,” Sergeant Push-up said, “but that doesn’t mean that the rules apply any less to you both. The rules are the rules. Am I correct, Jerome?”
    â€œYes, sir,” Jerome said.
    â€œIs that clear, Johnnie?”
    â€œYes, sir,” Johnnie said.
    Sergeant Push-up nodded his head. Jerome walked over and gave him a big hug! I think that shocked me more than them having to do the push-ups. Sergeant Push-up didn’t seem like the hugging type, but he hugged Jerome back.
    â€œGood morning, everybody,” Jerome said. “Thank you all for being here, and please accept our apologies for being late. It won’t happen again, you have my
word
on that.”
    Jerome flashed a big smile that was closer to the expression I was used to seeing on his face.
    â€œWe’re going to start with some warm-ups,” Jerome said. “But here at the JYD basketball camp we do things a little bit differently. Here to warm you up is my really good friend.” He turned around. “JY, come on down!” he yelled.
    The door at the end of the gym popped open and a big, brown costumed dog appeared. It was JY, Jerome’s mascot, a Junk Yard Dog!
    â€œLet’s give it up for him!” Johnnie yelled out and people started to cheer.
    JY bounced up front, whistle in hand.
    â€œIs this a basketball camp or a kid’s birthday party?” the mouthy kid said under his breath.
    â€œYou should just be grateful they let cartoon characters in or you couldn’t get in yourself,” Kia said.
    The kid’s mouth dropped open, but before he could answer loud music started playing. I looked over to the bleachers. Jerome was sitting there working a soundboard, controlling the music.
    â€œWe’re going to be having ourselves a little contest…an aerobic dance contest,” Johnnie said.
    â€œA what?” I gasped.
    â€œDid he say dance contest?” Kia asked.
    â€œLet’s see what sort of moves you all got!” Sergeant Josh called out.
    Johnnie was standing right beside JY and he started dancing. Both Sergeant Kevin and Sergeant Josh began to dance as well. The two of them were doing a bit of a bump as they grooved to the music.
    â€œLet’s see what everybody’s got!” Johnnie yelled.
    This was just plain crazy. There was no way anybody was going to—I looked down the line. A whole bunch of kids were moving to the music.
    The music suddenly got a whole lot louder. Jerome jumped off the stage and joined JY and the other coaches. The only one who wasn’t dancing was Sergeant Push-up—although I could see that he was tapping his foot ever so slightly.
    â€œBest moves get prizes!” JYD yelled out. “Let’s see what you got!”
    One kid stepped forward. He started to do a really fancy hip-hop sort of step. He was good, really good. A few people clapped and