MTL - Exploiting Hollywood 1980-Chapter 63 What dance step is this?

   Chapter 63 What dance step is this?

   Soon Ronald knew the answer.

  Because he has the same temperament from a poor family as in Aunt Karen. Don't cause trouble, but don't be afraid of trouble either.

  Afraid to drive a new car to Harlem, Ronald chose to take the subway.

   After the subway passed the 125th Street Station, exit the tunnel and walk on the ground. The number of dark-skinned passengers gradually increased, and there was no terrifying scene of everyone robbing and carrying guns in the legend.

   There are also black mothers in Harlem who take their children to musical instrument classes, and black youths in suits who give up their seats to the elderly.

  The main security problem comes from the little cubs who have no jobs. The age of fourteen or fifteen years old is the time when the male hormones are bursting, and the sky is not afraid of the earth. No money to play, can only "think of a way."

  Ronald ran into a group on the subway, whistling past the carriage. If you avoided their eyes and he saw that you were afraid, he would harass you and force you to buy some "souvenirs".

  Ronald was strong and strong. When they looked at him, he looked back. He was neither afraid nor provocative. Instead, they circled Ronald, exited the carriage door, and leaped over the turnstile.

   After getting out of the subway, Ronald quickly moved away from the public housing belt around the subway. This kind of high-rise residential area with various sports facilities downstairs is all public housing built by the government. It is a high-incidence area of ​​vicious cases, and many traffickers and gangs are active here.

   went to the residential area where my uncle and comrade-in-arms Bud's family lived, and the scene here was very different. This is an old-fashioned private residential area, so old that most of the walls have fallen off. The building is not high, there is an open space at the junction of the two rows of houses, and the walls are covered with various colors of graffiti.

   These old-fashioned houses look old, but they are actually safer than newer public housing. The population density is lower, and gangs don’t like it here. It’s not easy to hide when the police come.

  There is a small piece of open space, and the ground is covered with terrazzo, which may be the decoration when it was built. Now occupied by a group of people.

   Another group of black young men in their teens and twenties stood in two groups in the open space. Both groups looked at the two people on the terrazzo floor in the middle, dancing to the beat of the drums played by the loudspeaker recorder.

   saw strangers coming, they stopped the tape recorder, and two groups of people surrounded. An unintelligible greeting of "Yo, yo..." came out of his mouth.

   Ronald knew that this was a red flag. Harlem treats foreigners very solidly. This is because they see themselves as white and don’t know their incision. It’s not good to be misunderstood as plainclothes police or other white gangsters.

   hurriedly put down the package and spread out his hands to show that there was no threat. He looked into the eyes of the two leading negroes, and said aloud:

   "I'm here to find the Bud family, Bud Davis. My uncle is old Bud's comrade-in-arms. Who of you know his family?"

   "Bud, Bud, is your guest." The crowd pushed out a child who couldn't tell his age, five feet six (1.70 meters) tall, with a very strong body, but a young face.

   "Yo, is that Cousin Ronnie? My mother told me that you would come and let me pick you up." Little Bud, who has the same name as his father, came up to bump fists with Ronald.

   "This is the new popular way of saying hello." Little Bud explained, seeing Ronald puzzled.

   Ronald followed his example and touched him, picked up the package, and asked, "Are you guys fighting dance?"

   "Yeah... We're fighting dances with people from the Bronx. We play here every day when we have nothing to do." Little Bud said, "Let's go home first, I'll take you away."

   "Does it matter to you?" Ronald asked Little Bud, pointing to the venue for the dance.

   "Yo, yo...

   The white guy from outside,

   turned out to be a high-ranking guy,

   I wonder if there is a brain,

   Hide behind little Bud,

  Dare to come down and dance..."

Maybe it was Ronald who annoyed the other party with his pointing. A Latino came out of the gang who were opposed to Bud, turned on the recorder, and with the accompaniment of the rhythm tape, he suddenly opened his mouth and made up a sentence to mock Ronald. Germany.

   "Youmotherfxcker! Keep your mouth clean. Cousin Ronnie is the nephew of my father's comrade-in-arms, his own." Little Bud got annoyed and went up to push him. The two groups of people quickly stepped forward, and the conflict was about to escalate.

   "Hey, hey... stop." The leaders on both sides shouted quickly, stopping the pushing and shoving of both sides.

   "Didn't we agree? Today, friends of Harlem and the Bronx, decide the outcome by dancing."

   Put the Boombox on the gasoline can by the roadside again, and put on the rhythm tape with only drum beats.

   The Latino was composing the lyrics again, encouraging the dancers on both sides. Ronald looked very interesting. I don't know what dance they were dancing, disco?

  Bounce, bounce, bounce...

  The rhythm of the drum is very strong, which is not the same as the 4/4 time of disco.

   "Huh..." Ronald exclaimed, only to see the dancer from the Bronx doing a Thomas full spin on the ground, and then rhythmically landing on all fours in turn.

   A carp jumped up and started to dance like a robot with all its joints.

   "Huh?" Ronald felt that he could also dance in this section, so he made two gestures secretly, as if he really knew how to dance, but he was a little rusty.

   After the dancers in the Bronx finished dancing, they made various gestures such as hooking their fingers, turning up their little fingers, and turning their thumbs upside down to provoke the people in Harlem.

   The eldest on Budd's side turned his head to look at a young man and motioned him to come up with his eyes.

  The young man wore an old-fashioned top hat, a gray vest, and tight blue basketball shorts, but he lifted the front of the vest over his head, exposing his chest muscles and eight-pack abs.

   It is a noodle dance. The whole body is like noodles without bones. It slowly falls down with the rhythm, and gradually gets up and returns to normal.

   Then it was also a gymnastic pommel-horse-style movement, but when he was doing it, he deliberately kept his hips up with the rhythm to provoke the opponent.

   In the end, it was also a carp who stood up straight. After standing upright, he covered his basketball shorts, and at the same time, accompanied by the drum beat, he straightened his hips to the opponent.

   "Hey, it seems like I will too" Ronald's body showed a familiar feeling again.

   "Ouch..." The friends in Harlem roared in victory.

   This ending action humiliated the opponent enough. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the Harlem players on Bard's side are better at jumping.

   And based on Ronald's experience watching Meg practice, 80% of this person has received professional ballet training.

   The flexibility, coordination, and kicking style of some movements have the shadow of ballet. The most important thing is that when he does kicking movements, the toes will also unconsciously straighten.

   Even more coincidentally, Ronald seemed to have seen his figure in the movie clip in his dream, and flashed by in the group dance scene.

   Ronald couldn't help applauding him.

   "Hey, white guy, it's your turn." The boss opposite pointed at Ronald.

   "Bad, big cousin, you shouldn't applaud. According to the rules here, participating in the applause means that you are from our side by default, and the other party can challenge you." Little Bud quietly told Ronald the rules of the dance.

   "Hey, can you do it, white guy?" The boss here also has a bad tone. If Ronald can't jump, it will be bad for him to turn victory into defeat.

   "Let me do a dance." Ronald restrained his jumpy body a little and motioned for the other party to start playing the rhythm tape.

  Bounce, bounce, bounce...

  Ronald crossed his hands on his knees first, and began to switch hands with the rhythm, looking like he was switching knees.

   Then it is to simulate climbing a ladder in the air with your hands, one or two, moving times..., three or four... hitting times. Everyone saw something, Ronald was imitating the painter's movement of climbing a ladder. Although there is no ladder, but the performance is vivid, the buddies in Harlem began to applaud.

Little Bud saw that his big cousin could actually dance such a black dance, and couldn't help cheering loudly, "Yo...he's my big cousin Ronnie, the nephew of my father's comrade-in-arms, my big cousin! "

   Then the air pulls the rope to walk,

  The air wipes the glass and walks,

  Ronald jumped up, put one hand on his chest, followed the rhythm with the palm of his hand, simulating the beating of the heart, puff, puff...

   Moves, beats, moves, beats, dong dong... dong dong dong, the drum beat of the recorder changes.

   Ronald turned around, his feet pinned. Pressing the top of his head, he moved his fingers over and gestured for the ballet dancer to throw his top hat over.

  The man threw it, and the top hat flew over. Ronald grabbed his hand firmly, put it on his head, then covered his top hat with one hand and reached into his trouser pocket with the other, keeping his hips up with the rhythm.

   "Yo, yo, look, look, how is my big cousin dancing?" Little Bud blew away again.

  Ronald danced very happily. It seemed that this was a dance he would have danced in his previous life, and his level was okay.

   took off his top hat and quickly threw it back to the ballet dancer. Ronald changed his dance posture, snapped his fingers with his right hand, and raised his legs with high frequency, running on the spot.

   "Ouch..."

   stopped and made an appearance, and Ronald changed his movements again, still raising his legs high, making the appearance of running forward...

   But the whole person is going backwards in the opposite direction.

   Well, I'm still a little unskilled.

   "Wow!..."

   The whole crowd exploded!

   Several dancers, including those from the Bronx on the opposite side, more knowledgeable than the general audience, rushed up to surround Ronald:

   "Heyman, what is your trick called?"

   "I call it Moonwalk."

   "Can you teach us?"

   Demonstrated two more moon walks to the dancers, and Ronald said he was going to see Bud's mother, Mrs. Davis. Everyone kindly bumped fists, hugged, and said goodbye to him. As long as they treat you as their own, black brothers are actually very nice.

   Ronald pulled Little Bud quietly and asked him to tell the dancer who had studied ballet to find a place near Little Bud's house to meet him. He could introduce him to a group performance job.

   "What about me, cousin Ronnie, can I act as a group performer on the set?" After Little Bud agreed, he asked himself again, it seems that black people also have star dreams.

   "How old are you?" Ronald looked at Barney Jr.'s figure, it didn't look like he could dance.

   "I'm 14 years old, my sister is 15, and my sister is 13."

   "Are you in middle school? There is a law in the crew that you can't hire actors under the age of 18."

   "Are you lying to me? Big cousin, you can't hire actors under the age of 18, so how did Shirley Temple make movies?" Little Bud smiled, as if seeing through the big cousin's trick.

"You're very smart, little Bud. There are indeed small actors making movies, but that requires hiring tutors to make up lessons on the set. Your family can't afford it." Ronald looked at Bud's hopeful face and turned to disappointment, adding "I Can't afford it either."

   "Okay, I get it, anyway, big cousin, don't forget me when you have a chance." Little Bud quickly recovered from his disappointment and walked home with Ronald.

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