Dance. Praise. Release. Krump (Daily Break‪)‬

ON A PEACEFUL AFTERNOON in a Chesapeake garage, Demetrus Leslie jerked like he was dosed with strychnine. His arms lashed menacingly, then he dropped to the floor, only to rear up smoothly. // His chest popped in and out, convulsing as if an alien larva heaved within. He ranged around the garage, "traveling," or following the direction of his foot stomps and arm swings. "Go, go!" yelled admiring friends over music, loud without melody and as rhythmic as a skipping rap record. In his spontaneity, speed and mesmerized concentration, they could see the tell-tale symptoms. Demetrus had got krump. Praise the Lord!