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Hip-hop is...

It's a form

of cross-cultural communication.

- Hip-hop is...

- It's a lifestyle, a language, a fashion.

- Hip-hip is...

- It's simple and complex.

It's about a individual

questioning the establishment.

It's about recombining, combining

everything that came before.

Hip-hop is about finding a new voice.

But what hip-hop really is can be

summed up in three simple words.

I am here.

It was so rad

the way you like looped

my roomie's words,

then you made a song out of it.

Thanks.

So did your roomie think so, too?

You could have told me

you were a teacher.

- I'm not.

- Okay, a guest lecturer then.

- I thought you were an actor.

- An actor. Why?

Never mind.

How tall are you?

- 5'10".

- You wanna wrestle?

Okay, let's go.

Hey, you guys should come

to the club I'm spinning at tonight.

I have a class in the morning.

I can put you two on the list, plus one

so you can bring your boyfriend.

I don't have a boyfriend.

All right, cool.

So just the two of you then.

- We'll see.

- Cool.

Zoe.

Second line.

Second line.

Line one.

What is that?

It felt more natural that way.

You're not here to be natural.

You're here to learn ballet.

Second line.

Must be all that fine Chicago training.

Wow. Well, look at this place, momma.

Only a few minutes in New York

and already we're on the list

at the hottest spot in town.

- Okay. Momma?

- Okay, I'm exploring my range.

- "Momma" is not in my range?

- No.

- Hey.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Let's go.

Okay, remember,

we can't stay up too late.

I know, I know. Hey, chill, momma.

- Jeez! Ballerinas.

- I don't really... None of...

- I don't really dance.

- Hey.

- I knew you'd come.

- Hi.

- Who's this?

- Hello to you, too.

- Sara, Candy.

- Nice to meet you.

- I'm sure it is.

- Okay...

Hey, don't mind her.

She's like that with everybody.

Come on.

What about my drink?

- Where are we going?

- To the pit.

Pit?

Wow! This is a whole other level.

Yeah, I used to have to sneak out

and take the 9 train up to

the South Bronx to see stuff like this.

It's funny, 'cause most of these kids,

they don't even realize

that there's a history there,

a shadow behind every move.

Every step they make

is into a footprint bigger than their own.

Kind of like ballet.

Professor!

I'm paying you to spin,

not stand still, man.

This is Mixx,

he's the father of this party.

- And who is this pretty distraction?

- This is Sara.

- She's one of my students.

- Should have stayed in school.

- Nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you, too.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

- That's my girl, Candy.

- Yeah, we've met.

It don't get much flyer than Candy.

Anything she do, you can bet,

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