The cue I almost missed today

Loaded a set for a one-nighter at the old warehouse space—same crew, same rhythm. Halfway through tech, I caught myself staring at the gap between the second and third light cues. Not because anything was wrong, but because I’d stopped expecting it to be. The silence before the swell? That’s where the work lives now. I didn’t fix anything. Just stood there, breathing in the quiet. And then, like always, the music decided what it wanted to be.