B-girl is a dance term, just in case you didn't know, Fool.

"Ummm... Hi. Is this Marco?"

"Yeah."

"Hi, this is Angie. I called you about the breakdance lessons and you called me back and now I'm calling you back. Hi."
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

"Hi."

"Umm. Do you have a second to talk?"

"Uh, like a quick second, yeah. What's up?"

"Well, I just have a few questions."
Swallow.
"Well, first of all, how much is your lessons?"
"Is" your lessons? "Are" you lessons! Gosh. Talk straight, Angie. Oh, wait, maybe it's cool to talk like that. Eb0nics, right? Maybe I could work in a "babymomma" somewhere.

"$35 for a 10 week course. If you just wanna drop in, $5 is cool."

"Wow, really affordable! That's so great."

"Yeah, I keep it affordable."

"Ok, and another question I have is if it's a beginning class. I mean, are there any beginning breakdancers in your class or are they all experienced?"

"Oh, definitely. Most of them are beginners. You won't find us spinning on our heads yet."

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"Oh, good. And what about age? Are most of the students teenagers?"

"Well, we have a 13 year old in the class. But we also have older dancers too."

"Oh. I'm 28. Is that ok?"
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

"Yeah. I just turned 29."

Yeah. But you're the teacher.
"Oh. Good. Well, then I guess I'll see you tomorrow night. Thanks."

"Cool. And don't worry about it. I'm not trying to train professional b-boys and b-girls here. Nobodies walking in here all decked out and actin' cool."

"Oh, good, because I won't be doing that either. I'm just a Mormon housewife and I just really want to learn how to dance."
Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

"....Uh, cool. Well, see you tomorrow then."

"Yeah. See you then. Bye!"
I want to die.