This is a fictionalised but still true account of my and my friends’ trip to the Breakin’ Convention Park Jam, in 500 words or less:
When we got there, we were amazed at the sight. The iridescent colours of people’s clothes and jewellery, strewn all about the carpet of grass like moving flowerbeds! The sky was clear, the sun was bright and the stage sat like a dark fortress right in the middle. I in my black and orange bomber jacket, Franklin in his pink jumper and cap to shield his equally pink eyes from the sun – nope. We blended right into the bunch. So this was Spa Fields Park, Islington.
From the cheers of the audience and the booming rhythms of the rappers, it was safe to say there was no-one who wasn’t enjoying themselves. As we stepped inside, Franklin and I were instantly welcomed by the distinct lack of swearing in the lyrics. Not a single one! Yet the music kept going seamlessly regardless, from the scheduled performers and the freestylers alike! Wow! Now that’s what I call Breakin’ Convention!
Funnily enough, I’ve never been that big on music and Franklin wasn’t really into rap or hip hop but we found ourselves dancing along anyway. However, the part that I was most excited about was what was happening behind the stage in another part of the park. The bars!!! That’s what I went for; the solid steel pull-up bars. I was ready to pump some muscle, as were my other mates Jermaine and J, and all the other muscle-bound adrenaline junkies crowded round. Franklin had never seen my workouts until then, so he was left gobsmacked at the sheer skill and variety of the tricks. Muscle-ups, planches, human flags, upside-down pull-ups, you name it!
Parents, children and teens alike had their phones and tablets at the ready for making their own workout inspiration videos – and the competition hadn’t even started! That’s when sweat and steel collided and exploded into a cloud of sharp aroma, like a pheromone rousing the competitors into action! 2 minutes the judges gave them. 2 minutes to make good on their years of pumping and sculpting their muscles into the best humanly possible shapes. 2 minutes to pound the ground and rattle the bars with gravity-defying swings and holds, whisk up a host of natural disasters in their wake to rock the spectators’ worlds!
Then Franklin and I had lunch. Of course we had to come out of the park and walk around the area to find a suitable place, since Franklin decided he wanted pizza, but we were in luck. Just right at the end of the road we found a good Italian place to sit in. The foods were lovely: a 12” margherita pizza, slices of herb-encrusted bread, king prawns and mussels. Mmmm. It was beautiful both to see and to eat, and we chatted until there was only an hour left of the show in the park! The two of us headed back and enjoyed it all over again.