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because my sissonne ouverte

wasn't grande enough.

Who'd you take class with?

- Me?

- Yes, you.

The Chicago Ballet with Uri Pell.

Oh, I know him. He's kind of out there.

If you mean progressive,

yeah, he's kind of out there.

He did the thing where everybody

was like keys on a typewriter.

Were you in that?

Sara, come with me for a moment.

- Stand here.

- Why?

- What's your name?

- Sara.

Sara Johnson.

You'd all do well to follow

Miss Johnson's example.

Class begins at 9:30 sharp,

which means that 9:29 you should all

be stretched and waiting for my arrival.

And you, what's your name?

- Marcus.

- Marcus, what is this place?

- A dance studio?

- No, it's a cathedral.

In this room dwells the entire

spiritual history of our species.

How can you hope

to be part of that, Marcus,

while wearing trousers that go "whish,

whish" every time you take a step?

- I...

- You can't.

Not one article of vinyl clothing

is to cross that threshold.

- Are we clear?

- Yes.

- Morning, Bella.

- Morning.

Morning.

You will be divided into three lines

based on your abilities.

We will do this in every class.

If you find yourself in line number three

more than five weeks,

you will be asked to leave the program.

Please line up at the long bar.

Marcus,

third line.

Bella. Please.

We'll begin with plis.

What happened to your eye?

I was in circus class, I fell off my stilts.

Is that something you should be doing

on a first day?

Welcome to

Introduction to Hip-Hop Theory.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

What? You're the one

who made us take this class.

My name is Miles Sultana,

and I am not your professor.

Your actual professor was trying to ball

with us young bucks up in the Bronx,

decided to go all half-man,

half-amazing to the hole.

Needless to say he pulled his hammy.

I laughed 'cause it was funny

until he fell to the ground,

and his leg bent backwards

and snapped in three places.

This school is dangerous.

So here I am filling in for him until he...

Well, if he gets back.

So with the help of my good friend

Franz here and his instrument,

we are going to explore

the nature of hip-hop within us all.

All right. So, hip-hop theory.

What is hip-hop?

Ah, Trombonista.

Hip-hop is the convergence

of the electronic musical movement

and urban youth culture

which happened after the world

discovered that disco sucked.

Good answer.

I ain't giving up my Bee Gees.

Hip-hop is...

- It's rap.

- You know what I'm saying?

Hip-hop is...

Soul.

Hip-hop is...

R & B.

Hip-hop is...

Funk. For most people today,

hip-hop is about bling-bling.

But what was before the bling-bling?

What was before the Escalades,

and the nine millys and the hoochies?

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