Answer:
I'm a word that is not even strange. What am I?
I've got a beautiful beautiful hall all walled in red velvet with all white armchairs made of bone and in the middle a woman dances.
I am a band that does not perform, sing, or act. What am I?
I am lighter than the material I am made of. You see parts of me but more of me is hidden underneath.
I am an animal and a hair product
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?