That the five members of Final Draft have skills is made instantly apparent in the "Get At Cha" video: the dancing is energetic, the rapping is exciting, and the singing is nothing short of electrifying. And like all the best vocal groups -- from Boyz II Men to Blackstreet -- the members' talents complement each other perfectly. As sensational as each vocalist sounds during his turn in the spotlight, Choir Boy, Sincere, D-Nyce, Fashun, and Lucky are even better when they're all performing together.

The young and telegenic group is practically freshly-minted, but their recordings have become viral sensations, racking up hundreds of thousands of plays in a matter of weeks on MySpace and other social-networking sites. They've already appeared on Soul Train, performed at the 2009 Urban Music Awards in New York, and they'll soon be making their MTV debut on Anana Love's Super Sweet Sixteen. Just before Halloween, they'll be lending their powerful voices to the I Will Graduate Pep Rally at the Tribeca Performing Arts Center -- a concert hosted by Hot97. And that's not the extent of their public-spiritedness: throughout the autumn, they've been giving inspirational performances at high schools across the country on the I Can Do This Tour.

The "Get At Cha" clip introduces Final Draft as a tightly-knit collective, but also gives the viewer a chance to get to know each member of the group individually. (When you're working with personalities as forceful and distinct as these, that's not a difficult task.) A brief printed title lets the viewer know which vocalist is which, but it's almost unnecessary: their faces, stances, and attitudes are all so different and so indelible that you'll never confuse members of Final Draft. D-Nyce is the master of ceremonies and the pitchman; he's enthusiastic, excitable, magnetic. As his name suggests, singer Lucky is brash, carefree and stylish, gifted with a marvelously rich tenor voice. The handsome vocalist named Sincere is a bit (but only a bit) more reserved; his performance is hushed and jazzy and maybe even a bit ruminative. Every move the clean-cut Choir Boy makes is invested with poise and smoldering self-confidence -- and when he ascends to the highest notes in his range, the effect is something close to heavenly. Rapper Fashun is street, but not overly so; he's far more playful than thuggish, a recognizably-charismatic mischievous kid from the block.

Together, they strut through these frames with the precision, unity, and easy camaraderie of an act that's been together for decades. We know what they're out for on the city streets: they're looking for girls, and, of course, the girls are looking right back. Back on the dance floor, they're a tight, smooth unit, running through elaborately-choreographed routines with relaxed assurance. They move with bravado, and why wouldn't they?: they look great, they dress fantastically, and when they start to sing, it's pure fireworks, friends.