booked a minibus, loaded it up with
our gear, and drove over. Once we
arrived we waited in the back of the
school’s assembly hall and watched
the acts that went onstage before
us, different groups took their turns
performing, flamenco dancers,
Greek dancers, traditional Zulu
musicians. Then we were up. We
were billed as the Hip Hop Pantsula
Dancers—the South African B-Boys.
We set up our sound system
onstage. I looked out, and the whole
hall was nothing but Jewish kids in
their yarmulkes, ready to party.
I got on the mic. “Are you ready
to rock out?!”