Dancers Aren't Made Of Their Technique, But

No Trumpets Sound When The Important Decisions Of Our Life Are Made. Destiny Is Made Known Silently.

Who Am I?, The Artist Asks. And He Devotes His Whole Life To Finding Out.

Dancing Is Such A Despised And Dishonored Trade That If You Tell A Doctor Or A Laywer You Do Choreography He'll Look At You As If You Were A Hummingbird. Dancers Don't Get Invited To Visit People. It Is Assumed A Boy Dancer Will Run Off With The Spoons And A Girl With The Head Of The House.

Theater People Are Always Pining And Agonizing Because They're Afraid That They'll Be Forgotten. And In America They're Quite Right. They Will Be.

Friends Die One By One, But So, Thank God, Do Enemies.