Nothing, but nothing, prepares you. Dancers are scattered all over and in all manner of positions, none of them as you or I would sit though. Some dancers seem uninvolved while others are gulping air having just tried getting it right for the umpteenth time. Hampy is giving instructions and quizzing and advising dancers because obviously it is not yet looking how it should. Slowly close the door.
Nobody seems to know an outsider is there.
Dancers wind back. At the side, one of the dancers is reading a book, legs 180 degree out and gently stretching and circling feet and ankles which seem to have a life of their own. Hampy keeps an eye on the 4 boys and 4 girls while smiling my way, gesturing to a corner and bringing a chair over. A nod - he looks reasonably happy. Notator looks hard at the dancers and hard at her pencilled hieroglyphics.