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The theme of an insect world is expounded upon by a small assortment of insect characters (namely the grasshoppers) milling about the seating area with an entourage of human scientists dressed in full-protective garb carrying around catcher's nets and magnifying glasses, inspecting the audience, capturing them with their nets and otherwise causing muted chaos.

As the lights dim, our attention is then directed toward a trio of stalks neatly distributed within this microcosmic arena, and to the rather large and inescapable egg-shaped object situated in its center. While we in the audience can only begin to wonder about the impending reveal of the egg and its meaning, a small insect contingent converges upon the stage, ascending the stalks (themselves reminiscent of dandelion stems) to flit about, coming to life by crying, buzzing, trilling and chirping the show's namesake - OVO.

A rainbow of light washes over the (28ft wide by 22ft tall) egg, bathing it in reds, oranges, yellows, greens, blues, indigos and violets - swirling about in a Technicolor rainbow. Strobes flash and thunder for fleeting seconds, momentarily blinding, raising the level of tension. But then the world goes pitch black and the egg simply deflates, its collapsed hulk dragged away. When the lights arise - the insects swarm. Theirs is perhaps a right of passage dance, itching and scratching their way across the stage to showcase their world to us, to welcome us and to invite us.