5 July 2012
loving the audience who're loving her,
Whirling, twirling, singing of her hopes and dreams, a three act play before her.
Everything she does is new, everything is fresh, the audience watch, entranced.
More characters appear onstage, she interacts with them, dancing with them, then away, some follow her, for a while.
She begins to repeat the same dance, staying with the confines of an area of the stage, she lies, she stands, she lies, stands, over and over and over again. Her expression more fixed now, listless.
One time only she changes the dance, running, breathlessly running, into the arms of a man who appears at the edge of the stage.
Others call her back, arms outstretched she listens and softly, slowly, sadly returns, but she smiles as she sings a sorrowful song to those she dances with.
Her songs are deeper now, her voice resonating with the audience who marvel at what she has gained in ability and tone.
Her movements become gradually smaller, she is quieter, others dance around her, whirling, and twirling, and singing to her of their hopes and dreams.
Finally she sits and watches, gazes on the frenetic motions of the characters all about, as they sing story after story to her, patting heads, and comforting any solemn singers.
She is tired now, and has been performing for a long time, she lies down and others gather to her side. She sings one final song, her joy in her performance.
Curtain falls.
The Play • Opuss № I