This is so beautiful. I'm currently at a BYU dance competition, and you can cut the sexual repression with a knife, but it's all in good fun. I'm enjoying the people-watching immensely: the ultra-serious, ultra gay-acting blond boy, the lanky brunett who looks oddly familiar and cheek-pinchingly cute but a touch sullen, the really hot guy in red who sadly for my fantasies is married and has a baby girl, the girls who seem to have no clue that their partners are inclined towards boys, etc etc. I love it. Oh, and the dancing is fun to watch, too.
But seriously...I always forget how many quite good-looking guys there are on this campus. I should probably not be checking out guys in the Wilk. Ah well, sue me.
You know, if you brought in the dance teams, the Young Ambassadors, and the BYU Men's Chorus, this room might spontaneously combust from the sexual energy of having like 90% of BYU's heterosexually challenged dudes together.