We created a piece where we were dolls that "came to life" when our owner left. We all had contrasting personalities and wondered about a "wider reality" to the one we know. We encorperated both frantic assembly and complicité.
My sister gave me this when she stopped playing with her barbie dolls. I can still remember the song, too: "We're Barbie & the Rockers. Rockin' out, we're totally in the groove (in the groove). When we're not on stage, we can't wait to play.