Many stories have been told and so many artists have seen their dreams come true and so many others are yet to be realised.
A place where art is expressed in so many forms. A place where audiences laugh, cry, shout for joy, and gasp in amazement.
Where you and I can see ourselves represented through movement, dance, and storytelling.
A place where some enter for the very first time and others bow out for the finale.
The curtain opens and then it closes.
The stage is imprinted with the footprints of ballet dancers, musicians, and actors leaving it all on the stage, baring their souls in hopes that the stories they tell and the scars they share might be beautiful to someone.
And then it’s done.
The show is over.
The applause has died down and the theatre is empty.
The only remnants are empty wrappers and coke bottles on the floor
and a heartbeat echoing off the walls.