When they went through, they were in Ecruteak City. It was roughly noon by the Sun’s position in the sky. They went directly to the Kimono Dance Theater. The sisters were performing Kabuki-style dances on stage, and the house was packed. Donald asked one of the other spectators how long the show had been going on, and the man replied that they had just started. Donald thanked him and found a nearby seat. Eiveen sat directly in front of him and leaned to one side, watching the show with her head hanging out in the aisle.
When it ended, the audience gave a standing ovation and began filing out of the exits. A few people approached the stage and commented on the dances. Donald and Eiveen approached after most of the other spectators had left for the door.
“That was awesome!” Donald said. “This was the first performance we’ve seen, right Eiveen?”
“Esp!” she exclaimed happily.
The Kimono girls thanked him with a slight bow of the head, as they did everyone else. But one of the sisters did a double take after turning away.
“I know you!” she said excitedly. “I saw you at the Pokémon contest. You did a couple of songs there, with Drew, Harley, and May all dancing. It was marvelous.”
Donald blushed a little. “Oh, thanks, hehe,” He managed. “It was our first real performance. It was actually her idea,” Donald continued, motioning towards Eiveen. “She wanted to let a friend of ours know she had evolved, so she could battle him.”
“That is a very interesting way of letting someone you know that you had evolved. Quite creative indeed. Your fighting style must reflect that creativity. Perhaps later we can battle. I’d love to now, but my sisters and I must go prepare for the final show of the day.”
Donald became excited at the prospect of battling her. But when she said she had to go prepare for another dance, his expression changed and he hesitated a moment before turning to his Pokémon. “Uh, can it wait, Eiveen?”
Eiveen closed her eyes and appeared to be fighting against something. Finally, she nodded.
“I do apologize, but am I missing something?” the Kimono sister asked.
“Well, Eiveen is ready to have an egg of her own, or at least cure this feeling she’s got. I’m pretty sure that your Eevee evolution is female, as it seems that trainers get Pokémon that are the same gender as they are,” at least in the games, Donald continued in his head. “Since she has this uncomfortable feeling right now, I thought your Pokémon would have the same thing and need it cured. So I was wondering if you knew anyone.”
“Well, my Umbreon is male, and my sisters’ Pokémon are all male as well. But we will not permit your Espeon to mate with any of them. There is a man who regularly attends the last show. He may be willing to help you. If he is there, I’ll introduce you to him after the show. Just come up to the stage. It starts in two hours. I hope to see you there.” She bowed forward slightly and went behind stage.
Donald and Eiveen left the dance theater and went to the Pokémon Center for a quick nap; it was nine thirty at night in the real world. They joined a surprisingly large number of trainers in the center’s back room. Donald put his cell phone on vibrate and set the alarm. After roughly one and a half hours, it woke him, and he in turn woke Eiveen. They quickly groomed themselves and rubbed the sleep from their eyes. Then the two returned to the dance theater.
He could hear the chatter of the crowd as he approached. As with the previous show, it was a full house. Donald didn't want Eiveen to watch the show with her head in the aisle again, knowing it mustn't be too comfortable. But he had a hard time finding two adjacent seats, and for a moment he thought they would have to stand in the back. But he finally found a pair of seats next to a young man and his Starmie. The purple star-shaped Pokémon had a thin layer of water around it, held on by its Psychic attack. Donald made small talk with him and a few other people until the show began.
This performance was better than the last; the dances were more eloquent, the themes more intense, and the stories more intriguing. Eiveen was quickly swept away by the performance. She, like everyone else, had one dance in particular that seemed to speak to her. Donald found the slower, deeper pace much to his liking. It was a welcomed change from the fast paced and shallow movies recently produced by the film industry in his world. He thought how much his mother would enjoy a show like this. Perhaps even Andrew would be entertained.