What is a stage? A playwright, set to move you. A pin drop. Twirling and spinning, a woven tale, threads of a life gone by. We pull and pull, unravel each little tragedy. We dance on those graves. We tear about, make mess of it all. We pick up the pieces, the humour, everywhere. Don't you remember? The fumbling? The laughter? We raised those curtains to mean everything... we imagined it all. What is a stage, if not an invitation to play.