I’ve got to be un-stop-a-ble
A solitary dancer throws his body to the heavy bass of a funky beat. Most of the crowd is sprawled languidly on the grass covered hill beneath the dancer’s flailing arms as a man walks up the hill past the dancer without a glance and steps out of the frame. The dancer continues unabated, immersing himself in a creative movement of his own until he is joined by another. He greets the newcomer and then returns to his own rhythm. Shortly, the two dancers harmonize, each dance separate yet in tune with the same funky beat. Another dancer joins the two, this a big man with a wild mess of black hair and also apparently barefoot. The three spin and make themselves dizzy and roll in the grass down the hill and dance back up again. From the edge of the frame where the first spectator disappeared emerges now to join the three another pair of dancers, then three more. Cheers and screams erupt from the crowd and the madness spreads, people no longer shy or put off but encouraged by the confidence of company. Men and women run from behind the camera, from up the hill and down, and the languid crowd becomes unseated and swells the dance. Suddenly it is a large crowd and the brave incitor, the first solitary dancer, is lost in a joyous, dancing mass moving to the rhythm of the same funky beat.
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