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S/BAD Heritage
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Imagine that you are sitting in a room, not knowing what to expect or even if to expect anything at all. It is dark and there is a mystical smoke visible in the air around you. All that you know is what you can deduct by the atmosphere that is around you. You are sitting in a seat on the isle in the second row. Around you see scattered bodies occupying seats sporadically behind you, as well as completely in the row in front of you. Straight ahead of you is a flat black stage with an aurous fog misting within close proximity. To the right of you is a rather impromptu lobby that people enter and exchange a ticket for a program. Behind, glowing in a soft hue of crimson is a backdrop. Above you are randomly scattered white lights that light up solitude bodies amongst the crowd. Looking around you see that they are a majority female. Come to think of it you can gather up all the gentlemen and count them upon one hand. Looking back amongst the mass of occupants you gather that it is about half African American in decent. The other half is mixed amongst various nationalities. The majority was around college age with a few who were reaching upon their later years. They are briefly talking to one another and then returning to solitude. All of the sudden there is a change in music from a casual beat to an obvious culturally entranced beat. Two heads pop in and out from behind different curtains on the stage. Within minutes they are dancing around and interacting with the crowd. One of them came up and toyed with me a little by gesturing me to reach in her bag.
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