FZ:

While the well disciplined Ian Underwood plays selected fragments from Mozarts Piano Sonata In B-flat and we make electric noises, some members of our rocking teen combo will hop around on stage in a grotesque parody of the art of ballet dancing.



Oh you have to carry him. . . .

...you carry him!



Come on, I told everybody



Bok, bok, bickehh!

Bok, bok, bickehh!

Bok, bok, bickehh!

Boy, do I hate chickens!

Bok, bok, bickehh!

Bok, bok, snork, snork, snork



During this part of our extremely zany ballet, Don Preston disguised as a mad scientist will convert the unwilling Motorhead Sherwood into a walking zombie.



Bok, bok, (heh), BOCK!



Don, let him get his smock on!