I danced on pointe while sprinkling glitter upon those who dared to dance with me. Inviting the audiance to participate with outstretched arms, but I was separated and hindered by a shield of plexiglass. Lipstick tubes and disposable cameras were available for participants to mark upon the plexi shield or voyeuristically show their perspective. Spinning out of control after eight minutes of imprivisational movements; I slumped to the ground as the music turned to loud, painful static forcing everyone out of the room.

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