Fall for dance is, well, um,-

(gazelle-like, two ballet experts weave around one another, graceful like a-)

(-bird hatching from its fibrous egg (get it?) to gyrate its head to the haunting pulse of a jungle beat, sweat glistening, passionate like a-)

(-flame, or rather two flames, shimmering like a bed of fiery coals, as they slide across the bottom of your vision, flickering, to a ghostly dirge,  laced-)

(-tightly those shoes better be, after all, they’re our percussion, as we slam, glide, click our toes and heels, but this is much, much more, a story maybe? but why, what’s the story, who’s that metallic-shirt girl that keeps showing up, and who the hell gave Michel Jackson an electric guitar…?)

Well, y’know, it’s kinda hard to capture-

(-with my camera the theater that’s way nicer than i thought being obscured by a spacious balcony-)

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Fall for Dance is kind of hard to-

(-find a “video” for, when I forgot to take one, oops-)

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Describe, capture, epitomize, discuss-

(-shoutout to bird dude-)

So who knows-

(-me, me, ME, i do, i know, have you been listening-)

Who really knows, what-

(-ME!!!-)

What Fall for Dance, really-

(-LOOK WHAT IV’E BEEN SAYIN-)

Is?