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Tonight after I got home after rehearsal, I went upstairs to the bedroom to put some things away. I was in the walkin clothes closet, hanging up a few things, when I noticed that one of my shelves looked particularly dishevelled. The shirts that were normally tidy were in a bit of a mess. I must have been hurrying one day. I reached up and pulled the whole lot down so I could go through and refold and stack everything properly. One half of the clothing that fell with a thud to the floor spilled out in an inky heap. Everything in those piles was black. No, I wasn't reviewing my former Goth gear, it was my backstage wear.