|Is it any wonder that this was my favorite set piece of the night? A giant book! I shouted.|
As everyone contorted their rubberband bodies in their Bonnie Blair suits, as they sprung out from the stage and up into the air, I wondered about these dancers. They look happy. Free. I thought. They're doing what they love. But what happens to them when they are old, when they can't dance anymore?
It's a lousy thing to think during an exciting pyrotechnic-ed spectacle. But, well, that's where my mind went. Straight to the terrible, don't invite me to your next party thought: this is not forever.
I tried to remember, to hold on to the idea, that it might not be forever. But it's right now.