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crawling across one, then the other, one at a
time, using their serpentine-like forms as an
extending ladder, folding over each other as they
use every muscle in their body to cling around
this pole and ladder-step up like a snake. It’s a
very strange but alluring sight, and you can’t
help but notice that you forget that these are two
halfling girls, and you find yourself pulled into
this wordless story they tell of climbing back to
their place, to the surface, towards the dark sky
of lightless blue cloth. As the baubles that
contain the interior light of the tent begin to
glow brighter and brighter, their climbing becomes
more fevered. The two of them, arm into arm, leg
into leg, rolling up and swirling, until
eventually at the apex they grab each other’s arms
around the pole before spinning downward,
back-to-back, legs outward, with a rapid pace, the
music coming to a full crescendo. Like a Maypole,
they both curl and twirl and then tumble to the
ground before the audience with a flourish, arms
in the air, and the audience erupts in applause.
(applause)
MATT: As they both begin to back away, smiles on
their faces, nodding to each other, Gustav emerges
once more from the performers’ flap. The fool
appears at the back entrance again, taking an
ominous tune with his violin this time, his outfit
no longer blue but deepset black. The hanging
lights darken once again as Gustav takes the
center stage. “In a flash, beyond the ash, the
"gods all went and gone. The darkness came to
grasp, reclaim, and suffocate the dawn.” Suddenly,
out of the darkness behind him, a burst of flame
lights the room. “But from that night, a burning
"light doth keep back shadows’ bane. The strength
to fight will set alight the morning sun again.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Ornna the
fire fairy.” And Gustav leaves the tent once more.
As you watch, a pair of metallic fans, alight with
flame, now frame the beautiful woman of short red
hair you had seen before in the procession. Gustav
slinks into the darkness and vanishes as Ornna
spins in hypnotic twirl, her simple dress of golds
and reds almost glowing in the firelight around
her, the flickering of the flames giving her the
visage of a warrior-goddess battling the dark that
surrounds. The frenzied fiddle of the fool picks
up as she twirls the fans in her grasp, her face
stoic and graceful simultaneously. The hushed awe
of the audience fills the air, watching this
magnificent warrior strike at the shadows, the
lights above flickering brighter with each spin
and dive, banishing the shadows from the room. She
matches the pace of the music, drawing to a
crescendo, and leaps, and barrel-turns and
climaxes with her striking a powerful pose as the
lights rocket to a victorious luminescence. Once
again, the crowd goes crazy.
(applause)
LAURA: This is really different than most
carnivals that I’ve gone to.
SAM: It’s very artistic, yeah.
MATT: Gustav enters as she exits with a bow, the
fans flickering out. He enters clapping at Ornna. A
low drumbeat begins to beat in the distance as the