derrick story part 5.5

 The knit stockings Derrick picked had the desired effect.  A blond stood among them, her hair and pale face, tight,  which said she was ready to dance.  She did two shuffles and started to step forward.   A blond lifted dancer in front of her and held her underneath her arms, her legs were dragging on the ground as the blond lifted and then her let her drag further to the ground with each beat of the song, lowering her, and raising her, lowing and raising her.  On the final raise, the dancer in front flipped her over the blond's back doing a half cartwheel over her.  The dancer had this twist of sadness of her face as if she had seen death. with a change of the backdrop turning from an uplifting bright pink to a dark and blue green.  
A grandfather clock suddenly clinked ", gong, gong, gong. The dancers were moving together ,stiff as day for a moment and then they came and slid to the floor, all of them in an x shape.  Then strode up with their hands pressed to the floor and slid down, their white painted faces and dark circled eyes, reminded you of a Tim Burton movie, "A night before Christmas."   A dancer emerged walking on stilts in a talk black and white tuxedo.  Walk, walk, walk, stop. His movements made the audience grimace.  The stilter picked up his legs and his cloak behind him hid the dancers, as they emerged from under his tall lifted leg. They walked over to the other dancers who began to wake up like mummies and dance with them, their legs were moving up and down, funky feet style, fast movements exchanging heel drops to the right and left. Their loose swaddling mummie clothes, held in place despite the rapid movements.  One dancer cascading past them taking a piece of their swaddling and turning it, their bodies unraveled and emerging underneath their costumes were punk rock outfits.