
I was a religious believer (we were never able to decide which religion specifically), and us girls danced in capes, ankle length skirts, and hats that resembled dog cones in the way that they hinder your peripherals. But, when we scolded gamblers for their sinfulness, pointing fingers and sweeping arms around windmill-style, we looked pretty awesome. My fellow believers may not like me for putting up a picture of us in our costumes, as they did not particularly like wearing those costumes, but I thought we looked very period in black and white, and for that reason alone, it is here as testament to our struggle. As a final note, thanks to my fellow performers for making the show such a great experience, and thanks to Vincent for another amazing dance show.