I arrived as a Freshman at Brigham Young University with my Jazz sneakers and my MC Hammer pants ready to take some Jazz and Hip Hop classes. But the Jazz wasn't very Jazzy and the hop wasn't very hip and the only performing group that came close to the style of dance I was use to required long legs and poofy blond hair. So I left the sneakers in the locker and traded in my hammer pants for some black tights and took my first modern class...
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