I used to be in a metal band. I once witnessed two teenage boys standing stoically in the pit, glancing around them looking nonplussed. Suddenly, in a flurry of black t-shirts and too-tight jeans, one of the kids did a cartwheel and hooked his legs around the other kid's neck. To my surprise, the now human-necklace-bearing teen started spinning in circles, propelling the former boy through the air like some toddler with a scene haircut.
So I'm hitting runs and sweet bass licks while this whirling dervish of teenage angst starts throws spinning punches of death at everyone within arm's reach. I later confronted the two about it and found out that they had been practicing that move for quite a while.
Wut.