With Eslami recovering in the hospital from his heart attack, his lackey, Terry Treadwell, takes control as choreographer. A failed dancer, and past his prime, he gets pleasure from the provocative positions taken by the young male dancers under his tutelage. The dancers are extremely talented and poised, but the poses Terry has choreographed are beyond ridiculous. Terry dances along with them as if he is part of the number, while the few female dancers on stage get strategically pushed to the back, out of sight.