Any person, whether performing on stage, eating their strudel or presenting their idea for a new toilet cleaner to a colleague is at the end of the day sitting in their own little room within - upon all their belongings with merely windows cracks and doorways between them and the outside world.

You, today on the balcony are a voyeur. Perhaps you scratch the dust to see, or turn your eyes away and place your ear on the glass or an emerging crack in the wall…trading one sense for another, you are piecing together the reality that lies within. How do we get in each others rooms? How much dust is on our windows? What are they hearing, feeling?

This is the reality of the stage. We are all performers in our lil’ storage rooms playing our music dancing our dances for ourselves and the world around.