A spool of tape falls to the floor of an empty stage; the lights fade. As fragments of a Sibelius waltz fill the air, bodies appear from behind a curtain of black sparkling fabric. Covered head to toe in the same cloth, they look like sticky, slimy creatures, slithering across the floor, writhing in a heap.
Slowly they form an interlinked line, like a corrugated chain or a twisting backbone. In remarkable unison, and in perfect time to the music, they each raise a leg, with feet pointed or flexed, the movement flowing from one end of the line to the other. Hands, shoulders, heads all ripple and sway as the phalanx of bodies moves in an endlessly inventive pattern.
