"Wow, both Troutfish and Blathering Blatherskite get into the rhythm", Kyon assumed in his usual sharp manner, watching the events on the stage from the side. The trick here was with the lighting: when the right side of stage was lighted, Kaster was in action (together with the most of the "adult" part of the "crew"; that was funny and horrible at the same time – the smallest one being the most evil and the main at the same time! What to say, Kaster's "evil part" served here), and when the left one was lighted, it was up to Trouty to get his part of the dance. That wasn't even the dance in common sense. More like pantomime. No words, just the language of gestures to the rhythm of the Matrix movie theme Clubbed to Death – it was the best tune fitting the scene. Chilling and solemn and mystical to the bone, and just begging to be "separated" in parts for the two main performers of the scene.
"At least my first role isn't going to be too hard", Kyon muttered, looking down at himself – he was to be the Third Doctor in the next scene. "It'll be tremendous if this cotton candy thing falls off my head at the most inappropriate moment…" he continued.
"Don't worry, it won't", Mytrice reassured him. "You don't have problems with your hairdo and you won't have them with the wig. And you're at least not wearing a dress".
"Yeah, but I'm pretty sure that if Kas got the role of Three, this cloud would've fallen off his head a moment after the beginning", Kyon snapped. "His one holds cuz of its shape. Name's not for nothing – BOWLcut".
"You're rude", Mytrice pointed out. "That means that you're nervous".
"Yeah, Tour-low". Eccly's face, now decorated with a black goatee – he was to perform the role of the Third Master and was getting prepared for it (right now he looked like a mixture of his own groove and the required one) – popped from behind Mytrice's back. "You always do so".
"Eary Earthling".
"Tall-tale Trion".
Eccly escaped before Kyon could've thought of another reply. Instead, the ginger kid found another reason to blab his nervous mood out.
"At least I'm lucky cuz I won't have problems with relatives. Is Mrs. Julianne Steamer out there? I know that your Albert will watch it all, Mytrice, but it will be an explosion if…"
"No way, Gingerude! My Julianne already knows about our sequence, as well as Ewan!"
"Oh Claaaark, you spoilt all the fun!" Kyon moaned and was gone behind the closest backstage curtain: judging by its immediate movement, Eccly pulled him into one of their numerous "friendly fights" which they usually performed when being nervous. Luckily these fights were short and almost soundless, especially now, when the sounds of Clubbed to Death were filling the hall, making too impressive kids frozen.
"Stop that dilly-dallying, Mytrice, I'll take the lead when we start", Clark Steamer assured her. This was his second sequence and the only "full-sized" one (the first one was acting as Theta Sigma's father together with Five), and now he and Mytrice were to come out together. His clothes for the role now were long bluish black classical pants, white shirt with wide sleeves, waistcoat of the same color with pants, official shoes and wide atlas cape over this all (he could've wrapped himself into it twice, though it didn't look at all so wide).
"It's easy for you to talk. You're not wearing a skirt".
"No, I'm not. But I was dressed in that robe, and you can't imagine how heavy and long it was! You know, the only thing I could think about was not falling over…"
At this moment the slower part of the tune started, and their looks were drawn to the stage again - the "revelation" scene was going on there. Trouty and Kaster, not tearing their eyes off each other - one with calm steady expression, the other with an evil self-satisfied smirk - were approaching to each other in such a way as if they were sliding on ice and not walking on a firm surface.
