This must be what atoms look like just before they split: tiny, clustered together, quivering with barely contained energy, ready to explode.
Then a shout: "Rock it out!"
And the dance studio comes alive with jumping, spinning bodies. They drop, they roll, they strut, they pose. On their backs, on their heads, on their butts, they pretzel up and whirl madly.
As the pulsing music booms through the narrow studio, they move in a controlled frenzy — bouncing, dropping, popping back up again.
Suddenly, another shout from Jake Riley: "Criss-cross applesauce!"
The session dribbles to a close as the tiny dancers grudgingly fold themselves up and sit, cross-legged, ready to learn from the tall, muscular studio owner who's bringing South Bronx street moves to Twin Cities suburbia.
The first time Riley saw break dancing, he didn't know what it was. But he knew he wanted to do it.
It was at a junior high talent show in Brooklyn Center. Riley, now 23, was 13 when a crew of Hmong breakers took the stage and spun his life into a new orbit.