The cue I almost missed today

It was just after the second act, backstage, when the lights went down and the orchestra started the transition. I was standing in the shadows, waiting for the next move, but something felt off—like the music had already decided what it wanted to be before the conductor even raised the baton. I didn’t move. Didn’t adjust anything. Just stood there, listening to the silence between the notes, the way the air shifted like it was holding its breath. And then, right before the next cue, I caught it—the exact moment the sound stopped being a sequence and became a feeling. That’s when I knew: I’d be