"The room was wooden, like a ship, and once in it we were trapped and couldn't escape. I danced with a girl who had no fingers. Her hand kept slipping out of my grasp." --Julia Darling, Crocodile Soup.
This happened to me, during a short-lived career as a ballerina during late 1984. It was the sole remarkable feature of this experience, and I can't quite believe I'm not the only one. Fictional or otherwise. Books are so amazing.