The color of the blue in the stripes is too light, but seriously, can you imagine if I shouled up at my piano recital in this ensemble. I might actually do it except that A)I need an A for the recital, and B) my mother might go into cardiac arrest. For shoes, I'd probably want Dorothy's ruby slippers. My encore would be something I made up myself on the spot, and I'd entitle it "Surrender, Dorothy."
I still might compose an instrumental piece with that title someday.
Imagining truly outrageous acts is, I think, one of the things that keeps us from actually doing them.