When the curtain went up, the stage was bare, except for a few pieces of scenery with their brown canvas backs to the audience. The dancers appeared from the wings in their practice clothes: men in dark overalls, girls in black bathing suits. They began to move and gesture. Someone backstage dropped his tools with a loud clatter. In the audience, a small voice asked "Maman, where is the music?"
There wasn't any. But in Paris last week, even without music, Choreographer David Lichine's ballet The Creation, danced by the Ballets des Champs-Elysées, was the kind of new sensation that Parisians save...
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