Talking some sort of class

I'm back at my junior high school auditorium in a class for adults. It's the first day of class, I'm unsure what the subject is, but it seems to be acting or something like yoga. We're watching demonstrations, half a dozen of us perched on a hanging girder very close together. I put my arm around the girl next to me and try to make small talk.

The instructor ends the class a few minutes early and has us listen to a really bad rapper/singer guy in a wrestling mask. He sings a verse then puts the microphone towards me i a call/response type way, but I am coming up with my own stuff to sing, which I think upstages him. Sometimes he puts the microphone towards the guy next to me, but I feel greedy because I feel like I'm doing so well.

After the bell rings for the next class, everybody leaves. I'm on the stage which is tilted severely toward the seating, trying to climb up and grasp my books. I tell the musician, "That's was pretty cool."

"Yeah it was cool, but it's the love that matters," he corrects me.