Have you danced in a bathroom? The acoustics are amazing.

I think that it’s our turn.
I hope you’re wrong.
Put your hand here.
I thought it was here.
Not there, here.
It’s dark.
Tomb-escent, I’d say.
We should have made the t-shirts glow in the dark.
As though it’s of no expense.
But worthwhile.
I wonder.
They’re wrapping up.
Put your hand here.
I thought it was here.
Please, move your hand.
Please.
Please move your feet.
I’m questioning the sense of the flip-flops. My feet, while I consider them as closely as I can in such a dark room, seem agents of a will not my own. I can feel the rubber of the thong running between my toes and over the foot like a root, and I’m pretty sure that there’s no moving these feet, that we’ve been standing here motionless for so long that there’s no moving. Perhaps there’s nowhere to move to.
Except they’re wrapping up, as you said in your own small voice.
That’s true. I’d expect some light.
That’s absent.
Why’d we expect it?
It’s inborn, maybe?
I definitely expected it. There?
Yes. There.

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