Dream 023
I was a dancer in a travelling troupe, mostly far obnoxiously cool places like Southern Africa and strange-looking Western America.
We did elaborate numbers which involved piling people on top of each other. There were some fantastic vases in this one place we travelled to. Almost as tall as me, about five of them, all this beautiful red, orange, yellow organic colour...
One of the guys in the troupe wouldn't get off the telephone for one number so we had to perform without him, which meant our people-pile wasn't that great. The audience still loved it, so he got fired really dramatically because 'we no longer require your services or people-piling skills.'
oh my goodness, girl; im so tired of this drama here! like vanessa calls and invites me and steph gets pissed; masha doesnt wanna come out anywhere where they only call me and not her and everyone in general calls one of us and not the other and then just doesnt talk to each other. what the hell.
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