Hip Hop Dance Narrative

“Groovy practice y'all!” Lizzie blurts with excitement. The Jango Rango Hip-Hop Dance team emerge from their studio after a long day of dance. The sun blazes down on the New York sidewalk, nearly burning all it touched. The team wipe their sweat off their brows and gulp down some water. “Ice cream at my house!” Dari explains. Regan and Lizzie fall into unison behind her. When they reach Dari’s three story penthouse, they all sit down with excessive amounts of ice cream. “Alright team,” Regan’s voice took on a serious tone. “ Cici and Valentino are our competition this year. They’re doing the tango. Every year, we’ve come into second place. No longer we shall suffer!” Dari and Lizzie pump their fists in agreement. “Yeah!” “As team captain,

They talk some and push the living room furniture back. They roll out some mats and begin hip-hop practice. Regan clears her throat. “So, I was thinking, we’ll start out in a triangle and all rotate out at top. First, we’ll explode out into something wild. Lizzie, you’re pretty crazy, so you’ll start out at top. I’m like the glue of the group, so I’ll tie the dance together second. Dari, you’re our lethal weapon. We need someone like you to set the stage on fire in the third rotation.” The Jango Rango Hip-Hop Dance Team break and find their spots. They run through the routine, editing as they go. After a couple hours of exhausting twists, flips, and turns, the team once more departs. Two months remain till the Talent Dance Competition. Day after day, the team continues to meet at Dari’s penthouse. Each day, they prove themselves worthy of the hip-hop dance. Modern dances became natural, as they could all do it in their sleep. They gracefully contort their limbs to complement another’s dance moves. Then, the morning of the competition finally rolls around.

Dari, Lizzie, and Regan sit in a circle, gossiping about the teams they’re up against. The announcer’s voice blasts from the

“Welcome to the 23rd annual Talent Dance Competition!” The audience cheers, and the announcer explains the rules. “First up, we have Connor and John performing a contemporary duet.” Connor and John skip onto the stage, wearing men’s ballerina outfits. Next came Kailin and Remi, doing some hipster routine. “Team huddle,” Regan demands. “Okay, we got this, word got out that Remi accidently tripped Kailin, so we don’t have to worry about them. There’s three more group routines and two solos. Then Cici and Valentino, so that means were last.” The team sit in silence, doing their last minute stretches and rituals. They closely examine all the competition. Zak returns from his belly dance routine, wearing baggy silk pants, a turbine, and a wrap. Ansley and David perform the jive and Grant and Liam do the cha-cha-cha. Jordan and Annie emerge from the stage wearing native hawaiian skirts, leis and tops. Ah, the hula. After the last solo dance, a traditional bollywood dance performed by Ben, Cici and Valentino are