thinking about the time I was in ballet and during a performance I was in a private dressing room and this other ballerina knocked on the door and asked to come in and hang out between acts and I was like sure and he sat down and he was like “anyway” before I even said something “what are your theories on bigfoot? I think he’s an interdimensional being,” then he explained why with such confidence that I believed him fully and then before I could add on he was like “oh that’s your cue” and I had to go do pique turns or whatever as if my life weren’t changed
One time when i was doing capstone performances i was chatting with a guy in another dance in between pieces and saying how last night there was a problem with our music and our lighting cues were off and he said, “oh i want to kill myself, for you” with a swiftness and casualness that haunts me to this day