Even from the beginning the stage never felt like home. Every second spent gazing into the faces of hundreds I wasted fazed, flaming.
Read MoreA violin plays, the notes lifting up and back down again, reverting in the end back again into air. I breathe. Somehow, it makes sense.
Read MoreThere is something magical about nighttime, the way it hangs in a fine balance.
Read MoreThe music made Shakespeare transform into a dream-like world down here on earth.
Read MoreThe evening was much like a modern fairytale, all glass and light and tremors of hundreds of vocal chords warming up,
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