We were following a young Robert de Niro throughout the early 1900s, which turned into early 1930s and him flamboyantly wearing a big, fluffy red cap and scarf, both sporting a swastika. Everybody were nazis, but he was one of those who made fashion out of it.
We were swaggering throughout the city, which felt like it could have been New York, playing music and some of us dancing. I ran on walls, bounced off and did flips in the air.
We eventually ended up outside an office, where people were staying late. Maybe working, maybe having a late office Christmas celebration. We were goofing around, singing songs and eventually they all came out to watch us. We filed up to try and actually sing something nice. Hanna Lantto gave me a tone and then we started a light-hearted Christmas song. I told her that I had a harmony for it, which I didn't, but tried making one up.
Since I did have angel wings, she encouraged me to fly a little, as part of the show. I didn't feel very confident, but slowly rose above the group to a certain acclaim from the spectators. As I climbed higher, I thought I'd make a little fly by, and started to dive. I was able to pull myself up just short of the ground and got a great "oooh" from everyone. I wasn't sure at the point if it was me managing that or someone else allowing me to. Weird sensation, when I think about it.
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