In Over Her Head by Elsie Russell - Parnasse.com

need a hard copy. Penny, do you have this notated? Is that possible?"
"Sibelius, but that takes time, I don't usually make those until
I'm sure I've got what I want, but then I've only worked solo. I think I
can whip something up for you, do you have a printer?"
"Mario has one. Okay, so, what do we do with this piece? What
do we call it, how do we present it to the public, in what form: stage,
video, animation? Ula are you there?" He snapped his fingers.
"Aren't you getting ahead of yourself?" Penny suggested.
"Maybe we should think of this in more fluid, holistic terms,"
Ula said in her pretentious downtown voice now, the voice she had
used the night she had crept up on Penny.
"But its fluid now, it's like a dream." Penny sipped her firewater.
It made her nauseous and vaguely dizzy, but at least it wasn't poisoned,
or was it?
"I'm thinking in terms of combinations. Like, altered images,
human and non human using musical and non musical soundscapes. A
complete multimedia experience." Ula screwed up her eyes and looked
at each of them in turn.
"Like MTV or the Whitney Biennale? How is that different
from what we did in the past?" Sandro jeered, pouring himself another.
"I need something that will blow people away," Ula hissed.
"You want to blow people away with only two people and
some cellophane?" Sandro, clearly fed up, downed the whiskey and
poured another, sloshing half of it on the table.
Ula leaned forward. "Multi-media, carino."
"Well, Ula's got a point. Spectacle's the only way. You said so
yourself, Sandro. So we can do a Techno Trance 3-D multimedia
extravaganza, you know, Matthew Barney with VR. Enough slam balm
special effects and no one will see the difference! Okay! Get rich quick,
fry our brains in the process then chill out in some cushy Magic
Mountain loony bin."
"Sandro already is rich," Ula dead panned.
"Yeah, but he's not crazy, so maybe he should have a say.
Vote?" Penny didn't raise her hand.
"I think it is a fantastic idea! We do it!" he proclaimed, his hand
aloft like a Roman emperor. "The yeas have it!" He drained his glass
and slammed it on the marble. "So we may all dance in clouds of purple
ecstasy! Divino! Divino!" He spun around the room waving his arms.
"I'm going to bed." Penny got up and went upstairs. They were
both bonkers. They deserved each other.
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