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    只见她打开ronddejambo(腿的划圆圈);然后各种幅度和舞姿的跳跃;各种旋转;击腿技巧;各种舞步和连接动作;她的的脚尖舞技巧很轻-----手小七位,然后收回~普利耶,左脚迈出,左腿做 右脚cou-de-pied然后右腿屈膝抬起,然后伸直。落到右脚五位。最后一个华丽的旋转,结束了整支舞蹈。一阵响声从耳边响起,白婉儿自信而高傲的微笑着,她相信今晚的一切是为她而准备的。

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    后台-------:

    “呵呵,她确实很美,美得让人心动。”只见某嫣感叹到,但是一副自信的微笑挂在嘴角。

    “是呀,婉儿从小就开始学芭蕾的呢。”慕凌皓轩说到,。

    “嫣,你准备好了吗?“看着自信的嫣,轩夜陌铭淡淡的说道。(离心:啊哈,是够淡定的啊。     铭:不服?              离心:服。。。     )

    “so -Do   you   thingk?”某嫣自信的说道。

    “Let's wait to see what wil happen later。-----(拭目以待)”轩夜陌铭说道。

    “I'm gone。”某嫣转身走了-----背影感觉很是孤独。

    “等一下。。。。”某轩说道--

    “嗯哼?”

    “And then there is,come  on。。。。。”(;;离心:嘿,这几个人英语说上瘾了。。。。                  众人:不服?           离心: 除了这句话还能换换吗?        ----不服?           离心:你们欺负我。。                ---不服?           离心:好吧,我晕了----)

    于是,又一次转身。。。。。慢慢走出了后台。

    突然感觉后台有一阵醋意,最后连男主--某铭都没有发现。。。

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    “啊哈,不知不觉比赛已经进入尾声了,让我们用热烈的掌声欢迎最后一位选手------蓝雨嫣。”--------------------主持人激动的说道。

    好吧,除了几位评委和轩夜陌铭,慕凌皓轩,没有任何人鼓掌。。。。

    “哇咔咔。。。。。王子,们居然为丑女鼓掌了诶。”

    “就是,丑点真好。。。”

    。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。骚动

    镜头转换---         《look at me now》响起来,那音乐的旋律和歌词,仿佛就为这场比赛狂欢而作的:

    她----采用了Newschool街舞派风格,融合准4级难度动作和故事性舞风编排,整体的视觉感和节奏感都非常出色。尽管许久没有练习但是她还是跳出了那样难 的动作。最后以一个漂亮的手转风车加Tombstone(双脚合拢,身体成L形)结束表演时,全场沸腾了!

    她的炫酷舞步每一秒都是来自她心灵最深处的震撼,狂野不再是评价,而是来自她随声而行的第一感觉!如火焰一般,燃烧的不只是舞者们身上的体力,而是远远超于疲惫的兴·奋,还有那青春的奔·放。于此是痴迷倒不如说是醉了! 她用青春骄傲的身体舞动出最炫的步子,用一场街舞少年的狂欢盛宴,见证了充满个性的一代最张扬的自我!

    You Know, Growin Up In The Hood,

    Goin Thru All Kinds Of Thangs, Ya Heard?

    Some Of Its Good, Some Of Its Bad,

    But The Things You Go Through In Life,

    Make You Who You Are

    Look At Me Now!

    [Mr。 Porter]

    From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong

    I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone

    And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong

    Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some

    I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On

    It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know

    How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown

    Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes

    [Young Buck]

    I Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights

    Fiends Don't Give A Damn, They Want Who Got The Cheap Price

    I'm Trying To Get Right, Get It And Go

    You See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is Slow

    We Used To Hang In Front Of The Store

    Flag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass Jar

    Once You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In Public

    See The Work Sell's Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of It

    Plenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its All In The Game

    Even I Took A Couple Of 'Em, But Still I Remain

    I Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga'

    I Done Went With No Lights, And No Water Nigga

    And I'm Still Hood, That Mean I Still Cook

    Get On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You Should

    How Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Shuge'

    Suroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good

    [Mr。 Porter]

    From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong

    I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone

    And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong

    Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some

    I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On

    It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know

    How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown

    Im With Young Buck

    Its Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes

    [Young Buck]

    I Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get

    My Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit

    Lil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's

    We Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread

    The Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It

    To Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It

    We Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back

    Whoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That?

    This A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It

    But Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It

    I Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy

    Locked Up And Don't Know If They Eva Coming Home Boy

    Time's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born

    Thats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More

    You Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life's On The Line

    My Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now

    [Mr。 Porter]

    From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong

    I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone

    And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong

    Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some

    I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On

    It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know

    How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown

    Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes

    [Young Buck]

    Now Everybody Got They Hand Out

    Crackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out

    Shorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out

    But Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth

    No Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks

    Seems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick

    Enough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole 'Nother Level

    It's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto

    Ain't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid

    That Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd

    Errybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It

    No Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It

    Some Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A Damn

    They Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram

    This Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be

    Open Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Did Done To Me

    [Mr。 Porter]

    From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong

    I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone

    And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong

    Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some

    I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On

    It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know

    How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown

    Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes(歌词)

    非常抱歉,这几天我们都没有更新。。。。

    为什么点击,推荐,收藏  这么少诶。。。 跪求啊。
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