An unused box of wedgies.
I think this box contained sorrow and disease. Or speakers. I dunno.
The dancers stuck around.
For a flip.
Rae considers throwing a few seagulls in the bag too.
Trash duty begins.
Pretending to dive?
The dancers didn't want her tip.
Point?
Pose.
Spin spin spin.
Solid.
Jackets, the nemesis of many.
Tongues are essential in modern dance.
