(open to Flashstep/others who would be hanging around the Pride studios)
[The boys are practicing one of their elaborately-choreographed dance routines - maybe under Patil's direction, maybe on their own somewhere - and Jamie, being a perfectionist control freak, can't help but notice that somebody doesn't have the thing down pat yet. He also can't help being a little exasperated by this. He probably can help butting in like he's about to, but that would require an extreme strength of will that Jamie just doesn't have when it comes to mastering dance moves.]
C'mon, this isn't rocket science. It's left step, right step, ankle cross, spin, stomp, left knee pop, pause - [and he does so for emphasis] - right point, head tilt, sultry look, body roll.
[He demonstrates each move in rapid succession as he names them. He has them all absolutely mastered, with perhaps the exception of the sultry look. Clearly he has been practicing this a lot. Once finished, Jamie gives the object of his scrutiny an expectant look, as though certain that the proverbial scales have fallen away from their eyes.]
I: DANCE LIKE YOU WANT TO WIN
[The boys are practicing one of their elaborately-choreographed dance routines - maybe under Patil's direction, maybe on their own somewhere - and Jamie, being a perfectionist control freak, can't help but notice that somebody doesn't have the thing down pat yet. He also can't help being a little exasperated by this. He probably can help butting in like he's about to, but that would require an extreme strength of will that Jamie just doesn't have when it comes to mastering dance moves.]
C'mon, this isn't rocket science. It's left step, right step, ankle cross, spin, stomp, left knee pop, pause - [and he does so for emphasis] - right point, head tilt, sultry look, body roll.
[He demonstrates each move in rapid succession as he names them. He has them all absolutely mastered, with perhaps the exception of the sultry look. Clearly he has been practicing this a lot. Once finished, Jamie gives the object of his scrutiny an expectant look, as though certain that the proverbial scales have fallen away from their eyes.]