Dance Camp Page #6

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I know I owe the team

a lot of apologies.

But listen, I wanted

to come to you first,

my bunkmate,

and most importantly, my bro.

Would you hear me out?

All right.

All right, honestly, man,

when I first came to camp

and I saw that I was

bunked with you,

I was thinking,

"Dear God, why?

Why?

Why me?"

But since that day,

I realized, yes, you can be

a dork at some times,

but I've grown

to love you, man,

'cause you're yourself.

You're not afraid

to stick up

for yourself and your friends.

And I figured out,

that's what it takes

to make it.

So I'm coming to you

and telling you

that I can't do this

without you.

So are you with me?

Hunter.

You had me at "bunkmate."

So... are you in, man?

Sweet.

That's so sweet.

Guys... I love you.

And you.

So...

are we doing this?

Yeah, I mean, we already

learned the routine, so...

Yeah, I mean,

it's my last year at camp.

Got nothing to lose.

I'm in.

That's it?

Yeah.

I thought about it,

and I'm in.

Do you need me

to explain why?

-No.

-No.

'Cause I can.

Sanjana, we're good.

-Please.

-Keep it right there.

The question is,

what's Cheyenne gonna say?

Okay.

Good luck.

I challenged him

as a member of TBD.

Why would you do that?

You're not a member.

You left.

And that was a huge mistake.

Plus, why would we compete

in an unofficial competition?

Look, Cheyenne, dance

isn't about competition, okay?

It's about

self-expression.

Yeah, it's about

letting off steam

when our parents

expect us to be perfect.

It's a way

to be creative.

Or feel unique.

Or tell the world you hope

the robots do take over

because deep down you trust them

more than the humans!

Just as a... that's just

an example of what we mean.

I saw you

kiss that girl.

Listen, Cheyenne.

Yes, her lips touched mine.

But I pulled away.

I promise, true story.

Why should I believe

anything you say?

You don't have to.

I mean, it's not about me.

It's about us, as a team.

I think you want this

as much as we do,

maybe even more.

This doesn't mean

I don't hate you.

I'm super aware of that.

But okay, screw it.

Let's beat that b*tch.

That's crazy.

That is exactly what I was

just going to say.

Let's go!

Hey, Jeb.

Come on, we're heading

over to costumes.

We're going to the closet.

Guys, Ivan doesn't know

that we're here,

so we kind of want to keep

a low profile.

But this is the finals

we've all been waiting for.

Let's make some noise

for our teams!

It's gonna get

so hot in here,

you're gonna be able

to light a match.

Why would I light a match?

So you don't burn

yourself.

That's why I'll

light a match?

So I won't burn myself?

Whatever.

Think about it,

think about it.

Let's hear it for Lance

and his crew!

Lance, Lance!

Hey, all the ladies,

check him!

Come on!

Watch this!

Come on!

Higher, higher!

Yeah, baby!

Move!

Get out of my way.

Useless.

I won, yeah!

I'm the best, baby!

#LanceCamp!

TBD are sh*t!

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Get lost!

Up next is the team fighting

for sweet, sweet redemption.

Let's hear it for TBD!

All right.

You guys ready to go out there

and show them who we are?

-Yes, sir.

-Yes, sir.

All right, let's do this,

on three.

TBD!

-TBD!

-TBD, let's go!

Hey, hey, let's go, TBD!

Yeah, Kenton!

You, baby, you, baby, yo!

It's not that good.

Seriously?

Come on, Em!

Let's go, Emily!

Go crazy! Go crazy!

Champs for life.

I mean #Champs4Life.

Crap.

You found the little

Mini James in you.

Let's party!

Guys, guys, stop.

I'm trying to have

a beautiful moment here.

Enough with your tonsil hockey.

One, two, three!

Five, six.

Five, six, seven, eight.

Walk up the stairs,

stride, walk down.

Walk up the stairs,

no, walk down.

Walk up the stairs...

Walk down.

Walk up the stairs.

Tricky-ass stairs.

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