Two young, potentially very young, boys with man-size attitudes. Skinny baggy jeans (an amazing conquest of the modern day). One had a Puerto Rican flag draped over the front of his jeans- it was a little too flag-as-penis for me, but the mix of nationalism and machismo definitely worked for him. They bounded on stage yelling “Grito!” and laughed at themselves a little when they saw the tiny audience of parents and little kids (it was still early in the day). They rapped (in Spanish mostly) but with dance-melodic flow – there was most definitely some auto-tune in there, and what sounded to me like video game sounds. My 13-year-old niece could explain it better. They knew how to put on a show, backed by a girl in a net shirt half dancing/half stroking herself, and two somewhat awkward boys fly dancing. One tall slim dark woman with bleached hair danced the entire set with her Puerto Rican flag flying in the style of a high school drill team. It was entertaining and heartening.