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Keltner je grad pun mladih ljudi,nekada su tu bile najbolje žurke i bio je centar takmičenja u plesu.
Na vlast je došao novi predsednik,Ry Cooder,koji je zabranio ples zbog saobraćajne nesreće u kojoj su sada dva čoveka u komi već dve godine,a za sve je optužen ples.Amerika je izgubila centar plesa.
Posle dve godine,pojaviće se tri prelepe,zgodne,tinejdžerke sa maskama.Niko ne zna ko su one.Počeće da igraju na javnim mestima i kada su one tu i drugi igraju.
Šta će se sve izdešavati u priči punoj zapleta,romanse i da li će pravda biri prihvaćena?Saznaćete...
[Prva sezona,sva prava su zadržana,prijavite ako neko krade ovaj rad,jer je ovo moja ideja.Hvala.]
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