Men In Tights
The Legend of the Men in Tights
There once was a mighty troupe of male dancers who pranced across these parts. They were known to some by the somewhat awkward name of the Jeff Street Left-Leaning Men's Ballet Club, but by most they were known and loved as the Men in Tights.
The Men in Tights would appear at times, usually just when they were most needed, to return a smile to our faces or a lilt to our step with one or the other of their little dance numbers. They were mysterious men, but they had good fashion sense, no one would deny them that.
Well, one day, after a particularly grueling performance, they decided that they just weren't satisfied with the outcome. They made a plan to return to the stage after the performance to hearse and rehearse again. Darn them and their perfectionist ways!
As it turned out, the Men in Tights died in a horrible late night ballet accident that night. They had to be buried in one large coffin, a lovely spandex and lace box that brought tears to our eyes. At least they went out in the way they would have wanted: dancing.
There are those who rumor that they still hear the Boys gallavantin' across this stage or that, but they're just that, rumors. The Men in Tights have rode off into that last great sunset, and they're never more to roam these parts again.
We'll miss them sorely.
Rest in Peace, Boys. Rest in Peace.
There once was a mighty troupe of male dancers who pranced across these parts. They were known to some by the somewhat awkward name of the Jeff Street Left-Leaning Men's Ballet Club, but by most they were known and loved as the Men in Tights.
The Men in Tights would appear at times, usually just when they were most needed, to return a smile to our faces or a lilt to our step with one or the other of their little dance numbers. They were mysterious men, but they had good fashion sense, no one would deny them that.
Well, one day, after a particularly grueling performance, they decided that they just weren't satisfied with the outcome. They made a plan to return to the stage after the performance to hearse and rehearse again. Darn them and their perfectionist ways!
As it turned out, the Men in Tights died in a horrible late night ballet accident that night. They had to be buried in one large coffin, a lovely spandex and lace box that brought tears to our eyes. At least they went out in the way they would have wanted: dancing.
There are those who rumor that they still hear the Boys gallavantin' across this stage or that, but they're just that, rumors. The Men in Tights have rode off into that last great sunset, and they're never more to roam these parts again.
We'll miss them sorely.
Rest in Peace, Boys. Rest in Peace.
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