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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 as Aunt Karen who comes from a poor family.Don't cause trouble, but don't be afraid of trouble.
Afraid to drive a new car to Harlem, Ronald chose to take the subway.
After the subway passed the 125th Street station, it opened the tunnel and went to the ground.The number of dark-skinned passengers gradually increased, and there was no terrifying scene of everyone being robbed and everyone with a gun in the legend.
In Harlem, there are also black mothers who take their children to musical instrument classes, and there are also black youths in suits who give up their seats to the elderly.
The main law and order problem comes from those unemployed youngsters.At the age of fourteen or fifteen, it is the time when the male hormones are bursting, and the sky is not afraid of the earth.If you have no money to play, you can only "think of a way."
Ronald met a group of people on the subway, roaring past the car, if you avoided their eyes, he would come forward to harass you and force you to buy some "souvenirs" if he saw that you were afraid.
Ronald was strong and strong, and when they looked at him, he looked back, neither frightened nor provocative.Instead, they circled around Ronald, exited the carriage door, and jumped over the turnstile in a single file.
After getting out of the subway, Ronald quickly moved away from the public housing belt around the subway. This kind of residential area with dense high-rise buildings and various sports facilities downstairs are all public housing built by the government.It is an area with a high incidence of vicious cases, and many drug dealers and gangs are active here.
When I walked to the residential area where my uncle's comrade-in-arms Bud's family lived, the scene here was quite different.This is an old-fashioned private residential area, very old, so old that most of the walls have fallen off.The building is not high, and there is an open space at the junction of the two rows of houses, with graffiti of various colors on the walls.
This kind of old-fashioned housing looks old, but it is actually safer than the newer public housing. The population density is lower, gang members don’t like it here, and it is not easy to hide when the police come.
There is a small area in the open space, 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 teenagers in their teens and 20s stood in two groups on the open space.Both groups looked at the two people on the terrazzo floor in the middle, dancing to the beats of the drums played by the loudspeaker recorder.
Seeing a stranger coming, they stopped the tape recorder, and two groups of people surrounded him.An unknown greeting of "Yo, yo..." came out of his mouth.
Ronald knew that this was a dangerous signal.Harlem is very united with foreigners. This is because you are white, but you don’t know their incisions. It’s not good to be misunderstood as plainclothes policemen or other white gangsters.
He quickly put down the package and spread 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 see the Bud family, Bud Davis. My uncle is old Bud's comrade-in-arms. Does any of you know his family?"
"Bud, Bud, I'm your guest." The crowd pushed out a child, whose age was unknown, five feet six (1.70 meters), very strong, but with an immature face.
"Yo, is that Cousin Ronnie? My mother told me you would come, let me pick you up." Little Bud had the same name as his father, and came up to bump fists with Ronald affectionately.
"This is a new popular way of saying hello." Seeing Ronald puzzled, Little Bard explained.
Ronald followed his example and touched him, picked up the package, and asked, "Are you guys fighting?"
"Yeah...we're dancing with people from the Bronx, and we play here every day when we have nothing to do." Little Bud said, "Let's go home first, and I'll take you away."
"Are you all right?" Ronald pointed to the venue of the fighting dance and asked Little Bard.
"Yo, yo...
White guy from outside,
It turned out to be a tall guy,
I don't know if I have a brain,
Hide behind little Bud,
Do you dare to come down and dance..."
Maybe it was because Ronald pointed and annoyed the other party. Among the group of people who were opposed to Little Bard, a Latino came out, turned on the recorder, and with the drum accompaniment of the rhythm belt, he suddenly spoke and made up a phrase to mock Ronald. Germany.
"You motherfxcker! Keep your mouth clean. Cousin Ronnie is the nephew of my father's comrade-in-arms, and he is one of our own." Little Bard was annoyed, and wanted to push him up.Two groups of people stepped forward quickly, 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 from Harlem and the Bronx, the winner will be determined by dancing."
Put the dual-card Boombox on the gasoline barrel on the side of the road again, and played the rhythm belt with only drums.
Just now the Latino was composing lyrics again to encourage the dancers on both sides. Ronald looked very interesting. I wonder what kind of dance they are dancing, disco?
Bounce, Bounce, Bounce...
The drumbeat with a very strong rhythm is not the same as the 4/4 beat of disco.
"Hey..." Ronald let out an exclamation, and saw the dancer from the Bronx perform a Thomas full spin on the ground, and then rhythmically landed on the ground with four limbs in turn.
A carp jumped up, and began to dance like a robot with its joints.
"Huh?" Ronald felt that he could also dance in this section, and secretly gestured twice, as if he could really dance, but it was a bit unfamiliar.
After the dancers in the Bronx danced, they made various gestures such as hooking fingers, thumbing up, and thumbs up to provoke people in Harlem.
The boss on Little Bard's side looked back at a young man and motioned him to go up with his eyes.
The young man was wearing an old-fashioned top hat, a gray tank top, and tight blue basketball shorts, but he pulled the front of the tank top over his head, exposing his pecs and eight-pack.
Coming up is a noodle dance, the whole body is boneless like noodles, slowly softening with the rhythm, and gradually getting up and returning to normal.
Then it was also a gymnastics pommel horse style movement, but when he was doing it, he intentionally raised his hips in accordance with the rhythm to provoke the opponent.
In the end, a carp stood upright, covering his basketball shorts after standing up straight, and at the same time, accompanied by drums, he pushed his hips towards the opponent.
"Hey, it seems that I can do this too." A familiar feeling emerged from Ronald's body again.
"Aooooooooo..." the friends in Harlem let out a triumphant roar.
This ending action humiliated the opponent enough.Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that the Harlem players on Jr. Bard's side dance better.
And based on Ronald's experience of watching Meg practice, it is likely that this person has received professional ballet training.
The flexibility, coordination, and kicking methods of some movements all have the shadow of ballet. The most important thing is that when he is doing kicking movements, his toes will be unconsciously straightened.
Even more coincidentally, Ronald seemed to have seen his figure in the movie clips 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.
"It's bad, big cousin, you shouldn't applaud. According to the rules here, participating in the applause is tantamount to being on our side by default, and the other party can challenge you." Little Bard quietly told Ronald the rules of the dance.
"Hey, can you do it, white man?" The boss here also spoke in a bad tone. If Ronald couldn't jump, it would be bad if he turned victory into defeat.
"Let me dance one." Ronald held back his jumping body a little bit, and motioned for the other party to start playing the rhythm tape.
Bounce, Bounce, Bounce...
Ronald first crossed his hands on his knees, and began to switch hands in rhythm, seemingly switching knees.
Then use your hands to simulate climbing a ladder in the air, one or two, three times..., three or four...times.Everyone noticed something, Ronald was imitating the painter's movement of climbing a ladder.Although there is no ladder, but the performance is vivid, and the buddies in Harlem started to applaud.
Little Bud saw that his eldest cousin could dance this kind of black dance, and couldn't help cheering loudly, "Hey...he is my eldest cousin Ronnie, the nephew of my father's comrade-in-arms, my eldest 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, and followed the rhythm with his palms falling together, simulating the beating of the heart, thump, thump...
Beat it again, beat it again, boom boom... boom boom boom, the drumbeat of the tape recorder changed.
Ronald turned around, his feet pinned still.Press the top of the head, and then point the finger over, beckoning the ballet dancer to throw his top hat over.
The man threw it, and the top hat flew over high.Ronald took it firmly with his hand and put it on his head. Then he covered his top hat with one hand and put his other hand into his trouser pocket, sticking out his hips following the rhythm.
"Yo, yo, look, look, how does my big cousin dance?" Little Bud blew away again.
Ronald danced very happily, it seemed that this was a dance he knew in his previous life, and his level was not bad, and he became proficient after dancing.
He took off his top hat and quickly threw it back to the ballet dancer.Ronald changed his dancing posture, snapped his fingers with his right hand, raised his legs with high frequency, and ran on the spot.
"Ow ooh..."
After stopping to make an appearance, Ronald changed his posture again, still raising his legs high, pretending to be running forward...
But the whole person is retreating in the opposite direction.
Well, I'm still a little unskilled.
"Wow!..."
The whole crowd exploded!
Several dancers, including those from the opposite Bronx area, were more knowledgeable than the average audience, and rushed up to surround Ronald:
"Hey man, what is your trick called?"
"I call it the Moonwalk."
"Can you teach us?"
Two more moonwalk demonstrations were given to the dancers, and Ronald offered to see Mrs. Davis, Jr. Bard's mother.Everyone friendly fist bumped, hugged and said goodbye to him.Black brothers are actually nice as long as they treat you as one of their own.
Ronald quietly pulled Bard Jr. and asked him to tell the dancer who had studied ballet to find a place near Bard Jr.'s house to meet, and he could introduce him to a group performance job.
"What about me, Cousin Ronnie, can I be an extra performer in the crew?" Little Bud agreed, and then asked himself, it seems that black people also have star dreams.
"How old are you?" Ronald looked at little Barney's figure, he didn't seem to be able to dance.
"I'm 14, my sister is 15, and my sister is 13."
"Are you in middle school? The crew has a law that cannot 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 Bard smiled, as if he had seen through big cousin's trick.
"You're very smart, little Bud. There are indeed young actors making movies, but you need to hire tutors to make up lessons on the set, and your family can't afford it." Ronald looked at Bud's hopeful face and turned to disappointment, and added, "I I can't afford it either."
"Okay, I get it, anyway, big cousin, don't forget me when you have a chance." Little Bard quickly recovered from his disappointment, and led Ronald home.
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Soon Ronald knew the answer.
Because he has the same temperament as Aunt Karen who comes from a poor family.Don't cause trouble, but don't be afraid of trouble.
Afraid to drive a new car to Harlem, Ronald chose to take the subway.
After the subway passed the 125th Street station, it opened the tunnel and went to the ground.The number of dark-skinned passengers gradually increased, and there was no terrifying scene of everyone being robbed and everyone with a gun in the legend.
In Harlem, there are also black mothers who take their children to musical instrument classes, and there are also black youths in suits who give up their seats to the elderly.
The main law and order problem comes from those unemployed youngsters.At the age of fourteen or fifteen, it is the time when the male hormones are bursting, and the sky is not afraid of the earth.If you have no money to play, you can only "think of a way."
Ronald met a group of people on the subway, roaring past the car, if you avoided their eyes, he would come forward to harass you and force you to buy some "souvenirs" if he saw that you were afraid.
Ronald was strong and strong, and when they looked at him, he looked back, neither frightened nor provocative.Instead, they circled around Ronald, exited the carriage door, and jumped over the turnstile in a single file.
After getting out of the subway, Ronald quickly moved away from the public housing belt around the subway. This kind of residential area with dense high-rise buildings and various sports facilities downstairs are all public housing built by the government.It is an area with a high incidence of vicious cases, and many drug dealers and gangs are active here.
When I walked to the residential area where my uncle's comrade-in-arms Bud's family lived, the scene here was quite different.This is an old-fashioned private residential area, very old, so old that most of the walls have fallen off.The building is not high, and there is an open space at the junction of the two rows of houses, with graffiti of various colors on the walls.
This kind of old-fashioned housing looks old, but it is actually safer than the newer public housing. The population density is lower, gang members don’t like it here, and it is not easy to hide when the police come.
There is a small area in the open space, 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 teenagers in their teens and 20s stood in two groups on the open space.Both groups looked at the two people on the terrazzo floor in the middle, dancing to the beats of the drums played by the loudspeaker recorder.
Seeing a stranger coming, they stopped the tape recorder, and two groups of people surrounded him.An unknown greeting of "Yo, yo..." came out of his mouth.
Ronald knew that this was a dangerous signal.Harlem is very united with foreigners. This is because you are white, but you don’t know their incisions. It’s not good to be misunderstood as plainclothes policemen or other white gangsters.
He quickly put down the package and spread 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 see the Bud family, Bud Davis. My uncle is old Bud's comrade-in-arms. Does any of you know his family?"
"Bud, Bud, I'm your guest." The crowd pushed out a child, whose age was unknown, five feet six (1.70 meters), very strong, but with an immature face.
"Yo, is that Cousin Ronnie? My mother told me you would come, let me pick you up." Little Bud had the same name as his father, and came up to bump fists with Ronald affectionately.
"This is a new popular way of saying hello." Seeing Ronald puzzled, Little Bard explained.
Ronald followed his example and touched him, picked up the package, and asked, "Are you guys fighting?"
"Yeah...we're dancing with people from the Bronx, and we play here every day when we have nothing to do." Little Bud said, "Let's go home first, and I'll take you away."
"Are you all right?" Ronald pointed to the venue of the fighting dance and asked Little Bard.
"Yo, yo...
White guy from outside,
It turned out to be a tall guy,
I don't know if I have a brain,
Hide behind little Bud,
Do you dare to come down and dance..."
Maybe it was because Ronald pointed and annoyed the other party. Among the group of people who were opposed to Little Bard, a Latino came out, turned on the recorder, and with the drum accompaniment of the rhythm belt, he suddenly spoke and made up a phrase to mock Ronald. Germany.
"You motherfxcker! Keep your mouth clean. Cousin Ronnie is the nephew of my father's comrade-in-arms, and he is one of our own." Little Bard was annoyed, and wanted to push him up.Two groups of people stepped forward quickly, 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 from Harlem and the Bronx, the winner will be determined by dancing."
Put the dual-card Boombox on the gasoline barrel on the side of the road again, and played the rhythm belt with only drums.
Just now the Latino was composing lyrics again to encourage the dancers on both sides. Ronald looked very interesting. I wonder what kind of dance they are dancing, disco?
Bounce, Bounce, Bounce...
The drumbeat with a very strong rhythm is not the same as the 4/4 beat of disco.
"Hey..." Ronald let out an exclamation, and saw the dancer from the Bronx perform a Thomas full spin on the ground, and then rhythmically landed on the ground with four limbs in turn.
A carp jumped up, and began to dance like a robot with its joints.
"Huh?" Ronald felt that he could also dance in this section, and secretly gestured twice, as if he could really dance, but it was a bit unfamiliar.
After the dancers in the Bronx danced, they made various gestures such as hooking fingers, thumbing up, and thumbs up to provoke people in Harlem.
The boss on Little Bard's side looked back at a young man and motioned him to go up with his eyes.
The young man was wearing an old-fashioned top hat, a gray tank top, and tight blue basketball shorts, but he pulled the front of the tank top over his head, exposing his pecs and eight-pack.
Coming up is a noodle dance, the whole body is boneless like noodles, slowly softening with the rhythm, and gradually getting up and returning to normal.
Then it was also a gymnastics pommel horse style movement, but when he was doing it, he intentionally raised his hips in accordance with the rhythm to provoke the opponent.
In the end, a carp stood upright, covering his basketball shorts after standing up straight, and at the same time, accompanied by drums, he pushed his hips towards the opponent.
"Hey, it seems that I can do this too." A familiar feeling emerged from Ronald's body again.
"Aooooooooo..." the friends in Harlem let out a triumphant roar.
This ending action humiliated the opponent enough.Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that the Harlem players on Jr. Bard's side dance better.
And based on Ronald's experience of watching Meg practice, it is likely that this person has received professional ballet training.
The flexibility, coordination, and kicking methods of some movements all have the shadow of ballet. The most important thing is that when he is doing kicking movements, his toes will be unconsciously straightened.
Even more coincidentally, Ronald seemed to have seen his figure in the movie clips 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.
"It's bad, big cousin, you shouldn't applaud. According to the rules here, participating in the applause is tantamount to being on our side by default, and the other party can challenge you." Little Bard quietly told Ronald the rules of the dance.
"Hey, can you do it, white man?" The boss here also spoke in a bad tone. If Ronald couldn't jump, it would be bad if he turned victory into defeat.
"Let me dance one." Ronald held back his jumping body a little bit, and motioned for the other party to start playing the rhythm tape.
Bounce, Bounce, Bounce...
Ronald first crossed his hands on his knees, and began to switch hands in rhythm, seemingly switching knees.
Then use your hands to simulate climbing a ladder in the air, one or two, three times..., three or four...times.Everyone noticed something, Ronald was imitating the painter's movement of climbing a ladder.Although there is no ladder, but the performance is vivid, and the buddies in Harlem started to applaud.
Little Bud saw that his eldest cousin could dance this kind of black dance, and couldn't help cheering loudly, "Hey...he is my eldest cousin Ronnie, the nephew of my father's comrade-in-arms, my eldest 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, and followed the rhythm with his palms falling together, simulating the beating of the heart, thump, thump...
Beat it again, beat it again, boom boom... boom boom boom, the drumbeat of the tape recorder changed.
Ronald turned around, his feet pinned still.Press the top of the head, and then point the finger over, beckoning the ballet dancer to throw his top hat over.
The man threw it, and the top hat flew over high.Ronald took it firmly with his hand and put it on his head. Then he covered his top hat with one hand and put his other hand into his trouser pocket, sticking out his hips following the rhythm.
"Yo, yo, look, look, how does my big cousin dance?" Little Bud blew away again.
Ronald danced very happily, it seemed that this was a dance he knew in his previous life, and his level was not bad, and he became proficient after dancing.
He took off his top hat and quickly threw it back to the ballet dancer.Ronald changed his dancing posture, snapped his fingers with his right hand, raised his legs with high frequency, and ran on the spot.
"Ow ooh..."
After stopping to make an appearance, Ronald changed his posture again, still raising his legs high, pretending to be running forward...
But the whole person is retreating in the opposite direction.
Well, I'm still a little unskilled.
"Wow!..."
The whole crowd exploded!
Several dancers, including those from the opposite Bronx area, were more knowledgeable than the average audience, and rushed up to surround Ronald:
"Hey man, what is your trick called?"
"I call it the Moonwalk."
"Can you teach us?"
Two more moonwalk demonstrations were given to the dancers, and Ronald offered to see Mrs. Davis, Jr. Bard's mother.Everyone friendly fist bumped, hugged and said goodbye to him.Black brothers are actually nice as long as they treat you as one of their own.
Ronald quietly pulled Bard Jr. and asked him to tell the dancer who had studied ballet to find a place near Bard Jr.'s house to meet, and he could introduce him to a group performance job.
"What about me, Cousin Ronnie, can I be an extra performer in the crew?" Little Bud agreed, and then asked himself, it seems that black people also have star dreams.
"How old are you?" Ronald looked at little Barney's figure, he didn't seem to be able to dance.
"I'm 14, my sister is 15, and my sister is 13."
"Are you in middle school? The crew has a law that cannot 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 Bard smiled, as if he had seen through big cousin's trick.
"You're very smart, little Bud. There are indeed young actors making movies, but you need to hire tutors to make up lessons on the set, and your family can't afford it." Ronald looked at Bud's hopeful face and turned to disappointment, and added, "I I can't afford it either."
"Okay, I get it, anyway, big cousin, don't forget me when you have a chance." Little Bard quickly recovered from his disappointment, and led Ronald home.
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