Dreaming Under the Lone Spotlight

              It is dark and empty inside of a grand theater in New York City. The only thing that brightens the room is a lone spotlight in the center of the stage. A technician of the theater, a woman, walks across the stage and stops under the spotlight. Her head turns around the vast room, with its Heaven-like decorations, carved balconies, and velvet chairs. She closes her eyes and finds the most surprising thing.

            The empty theater is now flooded with people! The sound of orchestra is tuning their instruments and the visitors filled the room with life. In a matter of seconds, all noises seized. The technician looked down to her feet to find that her regular uniform magically changed into a gorgeous, white leotard with a billowing tutu, tights, and silky dancing shoes. She touches the top of her head and discovers her hair is in a bun. She is practically an angel.

            The music begins. A single violin sang an almost mournful tune. The technician slowly moves along to the violin, as if she knew this song by heart. Other sting instruments join along with the violin. The technician dances to the music with ease. She twirls across the stage and leaps into the air, landing as gently as a feather. She makes each move with perfection.

            The music slowly dies. The entire theater is so quiet, the sound of a pin drop could have echoed. The room bursts with great cheer for the dancer. People are standing and clapping in admiration. The dancer gives a very humble bow. Once her head lifts again, she sees that the entire room was completely empty. The grand theater is still a dark place, except for the lone spotlight that still shines on the technician.