Two men and a woman, in black tights shingled with iridescent spangles, which made them look like Japanese beetles, huddled in the spotlight on the dim stage. The woman and one of the men began to posture in a slow dance. The other man inserted himself between the couple, reared up impassively, slithered like Bill the Lizard down the male back to the floor. That over, the three handed around arms and legs with poised abandon. In the pit, the orchestra sounded tentative about what sounds it would make next, a little anxious about what it would hear next from the...
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