Discovering the Extraordinary Life of what happened to morgpie and Beyond

In “what happened to morgpie” she dances alone to slow R&B, hips swaying, hands roaming. The dress falls away piece by piece until she’s in nothing but heels. Grinding against the air, then against her own hand, she repeats “what happened to morgpie” like lyrics. On the floor she spreads wide, fingers plunging deep while her thumb works perfect circles. The climax in “what happened to morgpie” is operatic—back bowed, toes pointed, a long, keening cry of release that leaves her glistening under the colored lights.