This isn't at all unpleasant. I'm enchanted by the lavish ballet, and I'll 

whistle the tune all the way to the gallows that I heard at the cabaret. At 

the sheriff's signal, the orchestra moves the floor. Don't it make you feel 

wonderful? Body twisting strictly ballroom. Criminally elegant, ideal 

postured Viennese waltzer. I'm dressed to kill. I'm weightless and well 

rehearsed. In my godless opera my characater is canonized. Uphand me. This 

is a musical and nothing goes wrong. Can't keep the classics out of the head 

of the masochists. Strike up the band. It's 245 beats for a measure or 5 

beats per 6 steps on alternating feet. The show must go on. Never mind the 

teeth and fingernails, the show must go on. I don't feel at all like I 

thought I would, but I could probably go on like this forever. Tonight, we 

dance, for tomorrow they release the dogs. 1,2,3. Keep it up. 1,2,3. Savor 

it. (Where is my head? Where is my heart?) Everything vanishes.