Dance of the Possessed Dresses

[lhexa]

During a night I spent in Austin a couple of days ago, I had the opportunity to explore the campus of UTA. While walking around I gravitated toward the sound of human voices, eventually finding myself outside a concert hall where a performance was in its intermission. I made my way to one of the balconies before finding an usher who informed me what was going on: the second half of the ballet was about to start and I had no ticket. I was allowed to take a seat anyway.

The first part was alright. Six men and six women danced with swords, their movements synchronized. But the second part was great, and proved that ballet could be funny. It started with the entire cast moving timidly backstage, casting fearful looks as they went. A pair remained, dancing as if bickering, but what really mattered were the black dresses. The dome-like things were something out of the Victorian age, and they glided smoothly around the stage whether or not they had any wearers at the time. These, evidently, were the object of the dancers' fear. When the opportunity presented itself two men tried on a dress each, throwing each other come-hither looks and waves, but both were dragged offstage to parts unknown. At one point one dancer knocked out three others, who then performed a drawn-out ballet version of the return to consciousness. Then at the end thousands of bubbles floated downward out of the loft.

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In a fictional universe of sorts of mine, there's a large super-governmental "organization" or "union" also called the UTA. It's not got much in common with any university, but that's how the mind works by association.

That was offtopic.

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Meep?

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Right now I can only access the Internet via the library, so don't expect to hear much from me this month.

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