Exploiting Hollywood 1980

Ronald soon knew the answer.

Because he, like Aunt Karen, had an air of being from a poor family. Don't cause trouble, but don't be afraid of trouble either.

Afraid to drive a new car to Harlem, Ronald chose to take the subway.

After the subway passed the 125th Street station, exit the tunnel and walk to the ground. The number of dark-skinned passengers gradually increased, and there was no terrifying scene of everyone robbing and carrying guns in the legend.

In Harlem, there are also black mothers taking their children to musical instrument classes, and black youths in suits giving up their seats to the elderly.

The main security problem comes from the unemployed cubs. The age of fourteen or fifteen years old is the time when the male hormones are bursting, and the sky is not afraid of the earth. No money to play, can only "think of a way."

Ronald ran into a group of people on the subway, whistling past the carriage. If you avoided their eyes and he saw that you were afraid, he would harass you and force you to buy some "souvenirs".

Ronald was strong and strong. When they looked at him, he looked back, neither afraid nor provocative. Instead, they circled Ronald, got out of the carriages, and leaped over the turnstiles.

When he got out of the subway, Ronald quickly moved away from the public housing belt around the subway. In such a high-rise residential area, there are various sports facilities downstairs, all of which are public housing built by the government. It is a high-incidence area of ​​vicious cases, and many traffickers and gangs are active here.

When I walked to the residential area where my uncle and comrade-in-arms Bud's family lived, the scene here was very different. This is an old-fashioned private residential area, so old that most of the walls have fallen off. The building is not high, there is an open space at the junction of the two rows of houses, and the walls are covered with various colors of graffiti.

This type of old-fashioned housing looks old, but it is actually safer than newer public housing. The population density is lower, and gangs don’t like it here. It’s not easy to hide when the police come.

There is a small piece of open space, and 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 young men in their teens and twenties stood in two groups in the open space. Both groups looked at the two people on the terrazzo floor in the middle, dancing to the beat of the drums played by the loudspeaker recorder.

When they saw strangers coming, they stopped the tape recorder, and two groups of people gathered around. An unintelligible greeting of "Yo, yo..." came out of his mouth.

Ronald knew that this was a red flag. Harlem treats foreigners very solidly. This is because they see themselves as white and don’t know their incision. It’s not good to be misunderstood as plainclothes police or other white gangsters.

Quickly put down the package and spread out his hands to show that there is no threat. He looked into the eyes of the two leading negroes, and said aloud:

"I'm here for the Buds, Bud Davis. My uncle is old Bud's comrade in arms. Who of you know his family?"

"Bud, Bud, is a guest of your house." The crowd pushed out a child, whose age was unclear, five feet six (1.70 meters) tall, with a very strong body, but a childish face.

"Yo, is that Cousin Ronnie? My mother told me that you would come and let me pick you up." Little Bud, who has the same name as his father, came up to bump fists with Ronald.

"This is the new popular way of saying hello." Bud Jr. explained that Ronald was puzzled.

Ronald followed his example and touched him, picked up the package, and asked, "Are you guys fighting dance?"

"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."

"Does it matter to you?" Ronald asked Little Bud, pointing to the venue for the dance.

"Yo, yo...

The white guy from outside,

Turns out he's still a big guy.

I don't know if I have a brain,

Hide behind little Bud,

Dare to come down and dance..."

Maybe Ronald annoyed the other with his pointing,

Among the group of people who were opposed to Bud, a Latino came out, turned on the recorder, and, accompanied by the drums of the rhythm tape, suddenly opened his mouth and made up a sentence to mock Ronald.

"You motherfxcker! Keep your mouth clean. Cousin Ronnie is the nephew of my father's comrade-in-arms, and his own." Little Bud was annoyed and wanted to push him up. The two groups of people quickly stepped forward, and the conflict was about to escalate.

"Hey, hey... stop." The leaders on both sides shouted quickly, stopping the shoving of both sides.

"Didn't we agree? Today, friends of Harlem and the Bronx, decide the outcome by dancing."

I put the Boombox on the gasoline can by the roadside again, and played the rhythm tape with only drum beats.

The Latino was composing the lyrics just now, encouraging the dancers on both sides. Ronald looked very interesting. I don't know what dance they were dancing, disco?

Bouncing, bouncing, bouncing...

The rhythm of the drum is very strong, not the same as the 4/4 time of disco.

"Huh..." Ronald let out an exclamation, and saw the dancer from the Bronx doing a Thomas full spin on the ground, and then rhythmically landing on all fours in turn.

A carp jumped up and started to dance like a robot with its joints.

"Huh?" Ronald felt that he could also dance in this section, so he gestured to himself twice, as if he could really dance, but he was a little rusty.

After the dancers in the Bronx finished dancing, they made various gestures such as hooking their fingers, raising their pinky fingers, and turning their thumbs upside down to provoke the people in Harlem.

The eldest on Budd's side looked back at a young man and motioned for him to come on.

The young man wore an old-fashioned top hat, a gray vest, and tight blue basketball shorts, but he lifted the front of the vest over his head, exposing his chest muscles and eight-pack.

It was a noodle dance. The whole body was boneless like noodles. It slowly fell down with the rhythm, and gradually got up and returned to normal.

Then it is also a gymnastic pommel horse style movement, but when he is doing it, he deliberately keeps his hips up with the rhythm to provoke the opponent.

In the end, it was also a carp who stood up straight. After standing upright, he covered his basketball shorts, and at the same time, accompanied by the drum beat, he straightened his hips to the other side.

"Hey, it seems that I will too." A familiar feeling appeared in Ronald's body again.

"Ouch..." The friends in Harlem roared in victory.

This ending action humiliated the opponent enough. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the Harlem players on Bard's side are better at jumping.

And based on Ronald's experience watching Meg practice, 80% of this person has received professional ballet training.

The flexibility, coordination, and kicking methods of some movements have the shadow of ballet. The most important thing is that when he is doing kicking movements, his toes will unconsciously straighten.

Even more coincidentally, Ronald seemed to have seen his figure in the movie clip in his dream, flashing 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.

"Bad, big cousin, you shouldn't applaud. According to the rules here, participating in the applause means that you are from our side by default, and the other party can challenge you." Little Bud quietly told Ronald the rules of the dance.

"Hey, can you do it, white guy?" The boss here also had a bad tone. If Ronald couldn't jump, it would be bad for him to turn victory into defeat.

"Let me do a dance." Ronald restrained his excited body a little and motioned for the other party to start playing the rhythm.

Bouncing, bouncing, bouncing...

Ronald crossed his hands on his knees first, then began to switch hands in rhythm, looking as if he was switching knees.

Then, use your hands to simulate climbing a ladder in the air, one or two, moving times..., three or four... hitting times. Everyone saw something, Ronald was imitating the painter's movement of climbing a ladder. Although there is no ladder, but the performance is vivid, the buddies in Harlem began to applaud.

Little Bud saw that his big cousin could actually dance such a black dance, and couldn't help cheering loudly, "Yo...he's my big cousin Ronnie, the nephew of my father's comrade-in-arms, my big cousin! "

Then the air pulls the rope to walk,

Air wipes the glass to walk,

Ronald jumped up, put one hand on his chest, followed the rhythm with the palm of his hand, simulating the beating of the heart, puff, puff...

Move, beat, move, beat, dong dong... dong dong dong, the drum beat of the recorder changes.

Ronald turned around, his feet pinned. Pressing the top of his head, he moved his fingers over and gestured for the ballet dancer to throw his top hat over.

The man threw it, and the top hat flew high. Ronald grabbed his hand firmly, put it on his head, then covered his top hat with one hand and reached into his trouser pocket with the other, keeping his hips up with the rhythm.

"Yo, yo, look, look, how's my big cousin dancing?" Little Bud blew away again.

Ronald danced very happily. It seemed that this was a kind of dance he would dance in his previous life, and his level was okay.

He took off his top hat and quickly threw it back to the ballet dancer. Ronald changed his dance posture, snapped his fingers with his right hand, and raised his legs with high frequency, running on the spot.

"Ow ooh..."

After stopping to make an appearance, Ronald changed his movements again, still raising his legs high, making the appearance of running forward...

But the whole person is going backwards.

Well, it's still a bit unskilled.

"Wow!..."

The whole crowd exploded!

Several dancers, including one from the Bronx across the street, more knowledgeable than the general audience, rushed up to surround Ronald:

"Hey man, what is your trick called?"

"I call it the Moonwalk."

"Can you teach us?"

Two more moon walks were demonstrated to the dancers, and Ronald said he was going to see Bard Jr.'s mother, Mrs. Davis. Everyone kindly bumped fists, hugged, and said goodbye to him. As long as they treat you as their own, black brothers are actually very nice.

Ronald pulled Little Bud quietly and asked him to tell the dancer who had studied ballet to go to a place near Little Bud's house to meet him. He could introduce him to a group performance job.

"What about me, cousin Ronnie, can I act as a group performer on the set?" After Budd agreed, he asked himself again, it seems that black people also have star dreams.

"How old are you?" Ronald looked at Barney Jr.'s figure, it didn't look like he could dance.

"I'm 14, my sister is 15, and my sister is 13."

"Are you in middle school? There's a law on the set that you can't hire actors under 18."

"Are you lying to me? Big cousin, you can't hire actors under the age of 18, so how did Shirley Temple make a movie?" Little Bud smiled, as if seeing through the big cousin's trick.

"You're very smart, little Bud. There are indeed small actors making movies, but that requires hiring tutors to make up lessons on the set. Your family can't afford it." Ronald looked at Bud's hopeful face and turned to disappointment, adding "I Can't afford it either."

"Okay, I see. In short, big cousin, don't forget me when you have a chance." Little Bud quickly recovered from his disappointment and walked home with Ronald.