The stage is empty. Work lights hum overhead, flattening everything into that familiar gray. Tape marks scar the floor where worlds will appear later. For now, it is only potential…
The rehearsal room smells faintly of paint and cold coffee. Spike tape scars the floor in crooked colors. Someone is stapling fabric in the corner. Someone else is balancing on…
A single champagne glass tips in slow motion. Your set is glowing. Performers move through fog and projected light. Guests are barefoot on your carefully painted floor. Then someone trips…
The house lights dim, and a hush settles over the room. Velvet curtains breathe slowly in the half-dark, chairs scuff the floor, someone laughs, someone wheels into place and then…
The room only exists for a week. Tonight, its walls glow with a soft, artificial dusk. The floor hums underfoot like a distant train. Perfume hangs in the air, built…
The room hums before it fills. A faint buzz of anticipation, like static before a storm. The doors are still closed, but bodies already press gently toward them, a soft…
The house is empty now. The ghost light hums in the center of the stage, throwing a thin pool of yellow across tape marks and scuffed paint. The air still…
The room hums before anyone speaks. Cutlery rests in perfect formation, a silver forest under candlelight. A blood-red runner slices the length of the table. In the corner, an empty…
The house lights are low, but not out. You stand at the back of the venue, watching the empty seats glow faintly under the work lights. Rows of possibility. Rows…
The first thing you feel is the weight of the room. Empty stage. Bare floor. Fluorescent work lights humming above, washing everything in a flat, unforgiving white. No costume, no…