I enter the theatre. There are many people milling around, getting drinks, chatting, and drifting into the theatre proper. I hand my ticket to the usher. She tears off the end with a kkkkkrrrrrrrrrrppppppp and hands it back to me. I walk in and immediately look towards the stage. If the set is visible, I marvel at the aesthetic and imagine the designer creating a world that must transfer from mind to paper to model to the reality before me. I wonder how many people worked on it and how many hours it took to build, to paint, to furnish. If the curtain shields the set, however, I wonder what it will look like and prepare to be surprised. I then look for my seat and sit down. I watch as the theatre fills up with other audience members, most still gabbing away. But I sit quietly and watch them, watch these people who I will soon become one with. Suddenly, a bell signals the play will start in five minutes’ time. The people stream in faster now, everyone searching for his or her seat. Finally, the doors close, but no one ceases their conversation until at last, the lights begin to dim. Silence. This is the moment we’ve all been waiting for: the moment of anticipation where we all as one collective audience wait to be enchanted, pushed and pulled in every direction, and turned upside down. And we do. For as the play begins, we are pulled into a world that isn’t our own. Or maybe it is exactly our own and we relish in recognizing our world. The action happens right before us in our own time and space and propels us to laugh and cry, gasp and wring our hands, sigh like a babe full of sleep, cheer when at last the conflicts are resolved. And then, it is over. And it is revealed to be a game, this play, a game to tickle our fancy and even challenge and educate. And we, the collective audience, stand and applaud the efforts of these players, those that took us on a journey unlike any other because we were right there when it happened before us. We appreciate the sacrifice and struggle of those on stage because they seek to help us become better people. It does not matter whether what is shown on stage is in line with your morality. What matters is what you do with the information given to you. Many people live on this earth and everyone deserves to tell their story. Listen. Watch. And allow yourself to be surprised.

Joyanne 😀


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