Spectator

We were in the middle of rehearsal when we noticed a bird sitting on the window sill, watching us dance. It wasn't a pigeon and it didn't get scared when we pointed at it. It sat there for almost an hour watching us, looking to see who was talking and shifting its gaze to whoever spoke. It was pretty spooky, it kind of had the 'I don't give a fuck' attitude of a New York City rat.