She is nervous, every moment of great nervousness is scored by what I would call horror film music. Trepidation is just as scary as fright. And this will turn out to be a film more about the trepidation of joining than the triumph of succeeding.
She tries to put the same level of focus into her dancing as she used to in her boxing, but something is holding her back. Then there are the fits.
The leads of the class begin having seizure-like fits in the middle of the dance.
The first thought is that the water is contaminated. The class is scared until it keeps happening and then people began to wonder, "Why hasn't it happened to me."
I remember being in track in junior high. We used to practice and run until he threw up. And the people who had not reached that level felt like losers.
Toni makes a few friends, tries on temporary tattoos and even dresses and nail polish. The fits scare her though, and she begins to back away until she has to make a choice one way or another.
The fits is about fitting in. This is a diverse and interesting group, not something like The Stepford Wives. The small (in scope) problem of rather you want to give more of yourself or not is explored with great depth and skil.