July 13th 2018 Show

I sat huddled under an old wool blanket, woven in a pattern of faded shades of blue. It was hard to stay warm when you didn’t have electricity. I was grateful for the fireplace that was fitted with a wood stove, though wood was a pain in the ass (and other places as well) to chop, so I had to burn it conservatively. I did miss the sight of a blazing fire, but the woodstove warmed the room much better than an open fireplace. I squeezed my fingers into fists over and over, hoping to keep blood moving through the half-frozen digits. I needed to go back outside and finish moving frosty logs of chopped wood into the small entry room so that they could dry out. Thank goodness spiders slept in winter. And snakes. And other concerns that liked setting up house in piles of wood.

I finally rose and shoved my hands back into the worn black leather gloves, then stamped through the dimly lit room to the entry, wishing I could spare more candles for light. Pushing open the heavy solid oak door, I stepped into icy air that hit my face like frozen blades of steel. The cold hurt. My nose stung and eyes watered as I ploughed between boxes of crap I had looted, piled up left and right with just paths between. One of the paths led to a shed on the left which was built into the covered veranda, and a second path continued to a metal gate at the far end of the veranda. My bleary gaze swept past the stacks of boxes, mounds of giant black trash bags, and piles of stuff. The veranda was fully walled in with heavy rebar, assembled criss-cross, forming squares too small to put a hand through. I looked past the rebar to the snowy carpet that blanketed the land. My vision was not what it once was, but I could still detect movement. I felt the weight of the hammer I wore on my belt. It filled me with a sense of comfort. Just in case there was movement.

Seeing nothing of interest, I slipped into the dark shed, and started loading up my arms with wood. The sound of the small chunks clunking against each other seemed even louder, echoing a bit in the dead silence that surrounded me. Gosh, I missed the sound of music. Noise. Television. Traffic. Talking. Arguing. Yelling. Belching. Julie Andrews. Mary Poppins. What I wouldn’t give to hear someone’s nails dragged down a chalkboard. Almost any sound was better than all this deafening silence day after day. I was completely alone up here. I had relocated to this isolated northern land because there weren’t a lot of zombies up here. They did not like the cold. They tended to freeze in place very easily. Also, zombies didn’t stink as bad up here. Once the dead died and stayed dead, they froze instead of rotting. So, it was safer than down south. And, I could ice fish through a hole cut in the floor of my shed. Plus, my nipples were always hard. If I was a guy, living in the cold would certainly be a disadvantage, but being female, it had its benefits. I always looked perky.

Suddenly, sound split a path to my ears. I froze, frowning and tilting my head, all my focus on my hearing. It was human voices, female… and some clanging, scuffling. Someone was out there!! I dropped my load of wood and hurried through the door of the shed. And there, back by the gate, I saw them. A woman and a girl of perhaps ten years. I rushed up to them, hand instinctively going to my hammer, but I did not draw it. Zombies did not talk and they had been talking. I perused them head to foot, scowling at them as they stood there in frightened anticipation, eyes wide as they waited for my reaction to their arrivals. They were wearing only sneakers, jeans, sweaters, jackets, knitted caps. Their sneakers were caked in snow. Their lips were purple and cheeks bright red. They shivered as they huddled, looking somewhere between being about to attack and about to run. I noticed the woman had on no gloves.

“What are you doing,” I finally yelled. “Are you crazy? No boots, no parkas? It’s freezing out here! Get inside before you catch your death of hypothermia!” I shooed them to the door of my house. They scuttled off like little kitchen mice, and I could see them physically relax once they realised they were welcome and I was not going to smash them with my hammer.

I secured the gate, then went into the house, pulling the door shut behind me and locking it. I waved an arm across the dim entry towards the lounge. “Get in there, go sit by the fire, move it!” They complied and I followed, pushing them onto the sofa in front of the wood stove, shrouding one then the other with blankets, and then removing one then the other’s shoes, stacking their shoes neatly by the wood stove to dry. I took a moment to squeeze some life back into numb feet. I examined their feet and finally chastised them both, “You are very lucky. No frostbite. You are fools to be here in sneakers. Why are you here, how did you find this place?”

The woman answered. “We found it by accident. We had a car, it ran out of gas and we were stranded. We had no choice but to get out and start walking. We were coming north ‘cause we heard the zombies aren’t as bad up here. We had another person with us, a man named Kenny, but he went crazy and attacked me, so I had to kill him.”

I looked at her in shock. “You killed Kenny?” Then to no one in particular, I muttered, “Damn, they killed Kenny. But never mind!” I looked to the woman, a skinny lass with brown hair wrangled in pony tail. “You are here now. What are your names?”

“I’m Jane and this is Clementine.”

I looked to the girl. “You’ve got to be kidding. There is actually a real human being named Clementine? I’ve never even heard of that. You’re making that up.”

The little girl shook her head adamantly, big dark eyes sincere, “That’s my name. That’s what my parents named me!”

“I guess your parents had a sense of humour. Maybe they had been hoping for a cow. Well, never mind. I will get you both a coffee, and then something warm to eat while you thaw out.”

They both melted into their blankets, faces smoothing with relief as they seemed to relax probably for the first time in days. They were clearly exhausted but finally felt safe. I stood up to go to the kitchen and get what I needed to heat water for coffee. But I suddenly paused, eyes widening then moving to my stomach. My brows knitted as I slowly slid up my sweater and shirts, exposing my tummy. It was wriggling. Something inside it was moving and pushing against the skin. I watched it moving around. Jane and Clem watched too, confusion crossing their ardent gazes.

But that confusion quickly turned to bewilderment and horror as my stomach started to rip open. My eyes almost popped out of their sockets as I watched my stomach, my mouth agape, a blood curdling scream reverberating from the walls. Quickly, I grabbed my dictionary and looked up ‘reverberating’ to make sure it meant what I thought it meant, and yes that’s the correct word. Only it wasn’t me screaming, it was Jane, then Clem joined her. They were clearly bothered by what they were seeing. I felt something inside my body ripping and tearing apart an opening in my stomach. And then it poked it’s head out, a big, hairless fleshy blob with bugged out eyes, a half-formed nose, a distorted leer of a mouth… just holes where ears would be, and two long, skinny arms with tiny, malformed hands and twisted fleshy fingers that clung to the edges of my stomach as it peered around the room.

Looking down at it, I arched a brow. I held up a hand and nodded my head, “It’s all good, girls, just relax… it’s just my parasitic twin. Don’t worry… he doesn’t have teeth and won’t come out any farther.”

Jane and Clem sat I think catatonic. They were just sort of frozen stiff, even their faces petrified with expressions of stunned horror. They weren’t even blinking. I hoped they had not expired.

Then the creature poking out my tummy wiped its nose with the back of one hand and bellowed, “WELCOME TO THE WEEKEND!”

I scowled and slapped it upside the head. “You idiot, Billy, you’re in the wrong story! This is zombies, not basket case! FFS! Stop embarrassing me, crawl back inside.”

He glared at me, gave me the middle finger and pulled himself back into my tummy, tucking the flaps of torn flesh back in as I smoothed them down. I pulled my shirts back down and looked at Jane and Clem. I shrugged. “How ’bout that coffee?! Then we can talk about the show we are missing cause well there is no internet up here.” I clapped my hands and tussled excitedly off to the kitchen with a big grin on my face.

Faded – Nightcore

1. Why did you choose this song to create a dance to? What was your inspiration?
I spend A LOT of time in YouTube checking out new songs and revisiting favorites from the past along with the many covers and remixes that abound. If a song hits me I add it to a channel called ‘Future Sets’. Although I tend toward the sad and emotional songs I also like songs that are funny or quirky.

The song, Faded, is originally by Alan Walker but I went with the Nightcore version because the lead vocal is male.

2. What were the particular challenges you dealt with when creating this dance?

3. What does this dance mean to you? Is it a bit of fun, or is there a deeper meaning?
No matter what your status is in this world (financially, socially, education or career) you can still be lost (faded).

4. Is there anything you would like others to know about your dance?
Things don’t always go as planned. I originally had another song in mind and I started building this set as the first part of a transition. I was running out of time so I went to my ‘Future Sets’ Channel to see what I could use with the set, Then went to Abranimations to see what new (to me) dances would work. I usually work with or make Full Perm or Copy/Modify items only so I can hard link them and restore to last position, but 1 or more pieces turned out to be no modify so I needed to unlink everything and check the pieces manually. The speakers I had bought turned out to be the culprits and they were mis-marked on the Marketplace. I will be sleeping-in this weekend to make up for the lost sleep.

My original plan will become next month’s set.

with Zena, Lina, Gracie, Victory, Evers, Cowgrl, Misha and Nara
Xanadu Medley (2010 radio edit) – TJ Maggio

1. Why did you choose this song to create a dance to? What was your inspiration?
One of my guilty pleasure movies, when it came on again I knew I just had to do a dance to this amazing and upbeat song – plus I absolutely love hte muses. ** Public Service Announcement – if you haven’t seen the movie, you have got to watch Xanadu – but if you start looking for leg warmers and roller skates don’t blame me!

2. What were the particular challenges you dealt with when creating this dance?
I didn’t want to stick too closely to the movie in creating my dance, but still share the inspiration and magical feeling of it. The challenge was balancing that line, and creating a dance for 11 dancers.

3. What does this dance mean to you? Is it a bit of fun, or is there a deeper meaning?
This dance was pure fun – the individual colors coming together to represent this amazing rainbow and the energy of all of 11 of us dancing together in unity.

with Taema, Haillie, Jo and Gabbi

with кεℓℓyX (greenie.flanagan), Nara Bellic (nara1), nadi (nara.zsun), Nela (arkarose) and Sammi (sammi.xaris)
fair poppins gracie mix

1. Why did you choose this song to create a dance to? What was your inspiration?
I created a mix of Feed the Birds from Mary Poppins and a song from My Fairy Lady about two years ago, I wanted to create an act for it, but it sat on the shelf until I was asked to participate in a show to benefit RFL I found my inspiration.

2. What were the particular challenges you dealt with when creating this dance?
Well considering this took me two years to create finding the inspiration that would drive how I wanted to present this was the biggest challenge.

3. What does this dance mean to you? Is it a bit of fun, or is there a deeper meaning?
It means that there is hope, hope for a cure, hope that we will raise enough funds to help find that cure so one day we can rejoice that cancer is no more.

4. How do you feel about Babypea’s ass? Any devotions you wish to publicly express?
Baby knows how to wiggle her ass! Devotions to Baby’s ass? hmmm, I am devoted to electing Baby’s ass into the hall of fame of asses. LOL

with Stoke, Seb, Kyser and Melvis
Shady Adam Lambert

1. Why did you choose this song to create a dance to? What was your inspiration?
Black Dagger Brotherhood series by JR Ward, It’s a Vampire series but not all mushy it’s a guys and Ladies type series. Hot Sex awesome fights and even has plots. I knew I wanted to bring the Black Dagger Brotherhood to the stage Zero Sum is the bar they hang at. They are a tight knight group and look out for each other. Each have their own inner demons but how they handle them and meet their mate is not all mushy but more believable..and they DON”T SPARKLE.

2. What were the particular challenges you dealt with when creating this dance?
Finding just the right items to put the set together and truly represent the BDB, I knew what I wanted with it, and brought it to the stage.. Gray Goose Vodka is a staple in the black dagger brotherhood liqueur cabinet

3. What does this dance mean to you? Is it a bit of fun, or is there a deeper meaning?
It was a tribute to my favorite series, I’ve met the writer and she lives very close. These books are awesome and bringing even a little piece of them to the stage was a goal for me. (notice none of us Sparkled) What better day to bring a a group of non sparkling Vampire men to stage than Friday the 13th.

4. Is there anything you would like others to know about your dance?
It was just a way for me to spend some time inside my favorite novels.


with Paul, Ant, Beebs and Cannon
Elvis Presley – Blue Suede Shoes (Remix)

1. Why did you choose this song to create a dance to? What was your inspiration?
Well who doesn’t like Elvis, right?

2. What were the particular challenges you dealt with when creating this dance?
Not having Pea’s ass in my dance this week!!

3. How do you feel about Babypea’s ass? Any devotions you wish to publicly express?
I worship the sun that shines out of it and bow down to it’s holiness!

Crowd Dances
Sexy back
Can’t stop the feeling
Four minutes

The best part of any crowd dance… CANNON’S THONG!

Instead of joining the crowd on stage, Lina sat in the audience and counselled with Jesus. No doubt discussing the benefits of chastity.

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