We see some adorable snapshots of little Janelle in her childhood dance outfits, as she tells us that she saw a dance show when she was 2 and begged to be sent to class. So she became a cheerleader. Something doesn't connect here. Anyway, there's a really impressive shot of her doing the splits with her legs on wooden blocks. Ouch. She tells us that she has been in love with dance ever since she was 2. I still liked pooping in my pants back then, but Janelle was a genius and had moved on to popping and locking. It's true that girls develop faster than boys. She says that being in the final five is nerve-wracking because, though they are very close to the end, only one person is going home with the prize.
Back in the limo, Miguel says that the show finally feels like a dance competition, since all five of them are "legitimate dancers who have something to offer." No one appears to respond to him, probably because that's a needlessly shitty thing to say. Miguel tells us that while he was home, he filmed a TV show for MTV Tres called, Bust A Ritmo. He doesn't say what it's about. I'm guessing...dance? He has also been teaching dance in L.A. and near his home in Delano. We see him at his parents' house. He's walking up the driveway as he tells the camera that his father used to make the kids in his family give dance recitals there while he videotaped them. Interesting. Apparently, his disdain for boys dancing is no match for his love of a good driveway recital. Inside we meet his parents. I'm imagining they'll be horrible screaming ogres, right? Wrong. They're perfectly lovely people. Which would lead me to believe that they are going to be horribly embarrassed by his behavior when they see the show. He modestly announces in an interview that he thought his fire for life was innate but he's realizing that it came from his parents.