They're muscular, handsome, with trendy hairstyles. Whirling and dancing with power and elegance among girls and tourists who smile and take photos. It's their stage, their time, their crowd and their show. Every time that a dancer is done with his number he looks at his mates, makes a gesture, a face. It's a little hypocrisy, a non-admission of guilt: the exhibition is denied, disguised as rehearsal.
Or maybe it is just their ancestral embarrassment, camouflaged with American movies bravado.
Photo "Breaking the street", breakdancing in Kuala Lumpur, by NTLam (CC), from flickr
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