All is an-ti-ci-pa-tion.
My very favorite part of any endeavor: the anticipation.
A quick tuning of the orchestra – arpeggios and scales and troublesome stitches of difficult passages – and then the lights go down.
An-
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A lone figure stands at a podium. The music laid out before them. Everything has already been written. Every piece of the story is already in place. All that is left to do is follow the leader.
The overture begins… and this one has been heralded as the overture to end all overtures.
The comical drama of the flawed ‘Candide’ was more fitting for this opening than I cared to realize at the time, full of folly and beauty and poignancy, all amid a world of wicked waywardness and the worst of humanity. Glimmers of the best surface too, little sparks in the blackest night, and you too may be surprised at the might of one candle’s flickering flame.
A figure shrouded in layers of lilac tulle steps onto a golden chair – a fairy on the precipice of flight or fall…
