Dallas is the old guard; he ran with the Dancing Dicks of Des Moines as a younger man, the cream of the crop. But these days, nobody wants the old talent, not even a silver fox. So after a streak of bad luck, Justin Lazer looks to him like a bright light in a dark room. He's young, and he's sloppy, but even his unrefined moves shake out with bullheaded confidence. So Dallas makes a move. If he can harness that buccaneering energy, he may just be able to dance the two of them all the way to Des Moines.
