In fact, I was thinking that at his Low Point, where he can't find that old rhythm with the new moves, no matter how hard Janice tries to help him, he could find himself drunk and wandering the wharehouse district and stumbling into a rave.  It could be a mind altering experience for him, a meeting-your-spirit-guide kind of thing, that opens his mind to the beauty of all kinds of music, where before he could only love that 4/4 beat of disco.

I suppose a scene in a hip-hop club is pretty inevitable, as well, but I would resist the finding-your-rhythm-via-finding-your-blackness cliche. The point is that the two-week run-up to the contest could involve Vic overcoming challenges that trascend genre, by learning to line dance in a country bar, to polka at a Polish wedding, etc., culminating in finding inspriation and energy by getting down at a hip-hop club, the night before the Big Contest.

So, Vic learns to love other things, he learns to truly master disco by being willing to reach outside of disco, outside of himself, to find the beauty in all things. And the world learns to find the beauty in disco, and Vic, as well, in the process. Vic is now truly re-born, and the first strains of sunlight are coming over the horizon to the swelling strains of The Hustle.

Something like that.