Aluna had another head she wanted to try on for the last part of her act, but her latch got stuck and we never got to see it.
The mic was apparently black licorice flavored.
This is what it looks like, when the doves dance.
She asked for someone to turn up the heat, so a bunch of people turned their phone flashlights on and pointed them at her.
Hair shaking intermission.
Wayward curl
"Why don't I ever get to dance?"
"This is my pigeon dance. I've never seen a pigeon really dance, but open your mind and I think you'll see how true this dance FEELS."
"Would everyone like to hear my pigeon call? No? Well, here it is anyway."
"Drumsticks? Did I put those there? Why am I suddenly hungry for ice cream?"
Taking a break to adjust her invisible hoodie.
"Wrong! It's all the potential happiness left in the world and I'm throwing it out into the crowd!"
"Can you guess what I hold in my left hand?"
It's a dress. It's a shirt. It's a drirt? Shress?
