A spotlight ignites the darkness with a piercing glow.
Ominous whispers flood a dark stage with gossip and random ballet terminology.
A tall thin shadow floods the spot light with a slow, graceful dignity. His limbs caress each movement as if accentuating his own private emotion with sass and sexuality. The spotlight cuts into him like a heavenly torch spilling from the heavens above. The stage erupts into flames as the other dancers become more and more prominent. Light now floods the entire stage and the single spotlight is lost in a sea of movement.