Play a Day: Solitude
A woman sits, legs crossed, eyes closed in the middle of an empty stage. Silence. Silence. The audience gets uncomfortable. Maybe she gets uncomfortable, too. They just ride the wave to the other side.
The stories we tell matter.
A woman sits, legs crossed, eyes closed in the middle of an empty stage. Silence. Silence. The audience gets uncomfortable. Maybe she gets uncomfortable, too. They just ride the wave to the other side.