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Once the set soaked up, there remained no background for us to perform against. So the audience washed away with the flood to never watch a curtain fall. All applause arrived as clapping thunder and we bowed on cue, flattered by the swirling kiss of holy mist.

Foamed enough to form a floating rose-head swarm risen from beneath seats sopping water pressure, the stream pulsing a reach for our feet.

Oh, we smile.

Begin to practice our choreography awhile.

Splashing the steps of our instructor timed to the drowning music of above. Walls of waves crash down, we'll all sleep now. Leaving the option to leap drifting among our corpses.