You are in a dark hallway with a single work light buzzing above you. A half-built set leans against a cinder block wall. Foam bricks, a silver mylar curtain, a…
The porch light is low, the air is a little cool, and the boards under your feet have that soft, familiar creak. Someone turns on a simple clip-on light, and…
The room is dim and humming. A low amber wash grazes the floor, catching the edges of chairs and shoes. An actor stands center stage, breathing hard, eyes glistening under…
The lobby hums softly. Old posters fade at the edges, ticket stubs curl in forgotten pockets, and somewhere near the entrance a glass window with a small cut-out waits for…
The room is not full yet, but it already feels alive. Glassware catches the uplighting like tiny prisms. A silent auction table glows in a pool of amber light. On…
The house lights soften, just a shade, and the air changes. The murmur of voices settles into a low, shared hush. Fabric rustles. Someone shifts in a velvet seat, someone…
The room is quiet, but it is not still. Air hums through hidden vents. A strip of light leaks under a locked door. Somewhere inside the walls, a relay clicks…
The red curtain hangs heavy in your memory. Gold leaf glints along the balcony rail. You can almost smell the dust in the beam of the projector, the sweet stale…
A single green work light hangs over the empty stage, making the dust in the air look like slow-motion snow. Spike tape scars the floor in neon lines. The set…
The grass is perfect. For about three minutes. Then the first delivery truck sinks slightly into the lawn, leaves a shallow rut, and you can almost hear the groundskeeper inhale…