conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "That dancer is a vision!" Even though speaking was forbidden during the dance, someone unconsciously cried out in admiration. Everyone who heard them knew who they meant. One dancer was a head taller than everyone else. While her movements synchronized with the others’, she clearly stood out.
conversations.prefix: Someone in the audience:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "What is it…? It’s like she’s crying but happy…"
conversations.prefix: Someone in the audience:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Like her emotions are in conflict."
conversations.prefix: Someone else in the audience:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  The slow movements made us look like we were bound in chains. But for some reason, each sweeping gesture of the arm, each step of the foot, captivated the audience. Someone wrote later that the one dancer’s movements made it seem like she had, for the first time, allowed herself some forbidden feeling.
conversations.prefix: The narrator:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "That’s Rae Taylor, right? You know, the commoner they allowed into the Royal Academy."
conversations.prefix: Someone in the audience:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Oh, that girl. But she’s not a nun, is she? Why is she performing the ceremonial dance?"
conversations.prefix: Someone else in the audience:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  The audience started to get confused.
conversations.prefix: The audience:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Who cares about that. She’s breathtaking."
conversations.prefix: Someone in the audience:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  What’s that they say? Don’t sweat the small stuff. The crowd opted to do just that, bowled over by the dancer’s expressivity. They wanted to keep watching forever. But alas, the song came to an end. The dancers gathered in the center and danced as if struggling, or perhaps rejoicing. And then— Ding. We rang our bells loudly at the end and spread our arms wide, then knelt on the stage. After a moment of silence, just when the crowd was about to burst into applause—
conversations.prefix: The narrator: