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…