Bre'oun Dance looks elastic. He moves from the ground to the air, dancing in between, in a matter of seconds. He stiffens his chest, pops it in and out, jerks it back. His arms swing like windmills.

The music starts up, masking the blare of the generator needed to power the stereo. The dancers begin, and almost like a relay, they take turns showing their moves. Their bodies shake and contort to ...