The ladies in the bathroom line look a little stunned. It's intermission on Saturday night's performance of big, the collaboration between the Atlanta Ballet and Big Boi.
"Do you like it?" one blonde woman tentatively asks her companion. "Yeah, I like it," her friend says, almost nervously. "Me too," the blonde says, and they both look like they passed the quiz.
Outside, in the cocktail line, people are not so timid with their opinions. "I just don't get it," a guy in a suit says. He looks as if he's more here for the ballet than the hip-hop, but then he continues, "I mean, what do these pretty dancers have to do with rap? They're distracting. I'd rather just see OutKast at a club." He fiddles with his gold watch. If this crowd does one thing, it makes you question your assumptions.
And if the show has done one thing, it's brought out people from all corners of Atlanta. Families with kids, dudes in huge baggy black outfits (much like the clothes Big Boi wears on stage), women in diamonds and long evening wear, and hipsters in T-shirts mingle in the Fabulous Fox Theatre's red velvet baroque foyer.
One girl, who identifies herself as an ex-ballerina and a "huge OutKast fan," is more enthused. "When they did 'Bombs Over Baghdad' I cried," she says. "Big Boi in the middle of the stage surrounded by all those fluffy white tutus – I was overwhelmed. I didn't know what to do with myself. It was like everything I love in one place."
"I've never had a harder time sitting still through anything in my life," a girl in jeans with short, spiky hair says, swigging her champagne. "Here Big Boi is layin' it down, and I can't even get up and dance."
Later in the evening, at the end of the show, the girl gets her wish. The curtain call leads to a standing ovation and the ovation becomes a dance party when Big Boi decides to do "one last one" in honor of choreographer Lauri Stallings. The crowd claps, stomps and sings along to "The Way You Move."
The doors open and the people burst out of the exits into the parking lot. An enthusiastic voice from somewhere in the throng says, "It's not very often you think, 'Well I couldn't see THAT in New York.' It makes you proud to live in Atlanta."
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