There is something terribly wrong with them - there is a whole generation of backup dancers coming up. All the movies about dancing are corrupting their minds, convincing them that dancing is Bad Ass. The last dancing person to successfully be B.A. was Erol Flynn, and I can garauntee that these kids haven't the slightest of who He is.
When they battle-dance, there is no war paint - only glitter, there are no weapons - only flashy shoes. They call it a battle, but it sounds like strip club. Glitter and flashy shoes everywhere. Everyone twitching and shimming.
The battlefield of the twenty first century will be perfectly choreographed - imagine something between Texas line dancing a Brooklyn break dancing, with guns and MREs.
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