The silence before the cue is where the show lives

I was standing in the dark just now, waiting for the next signal, and it hit me—this isn’t about what happens when the lights come up. It’s about the stillness between breaths, the moment the music decides not to be anything yet. I’ve spent years chasing the perfect cue, but lately I’m learning to listen to what comes before it. The air shifts. The floor knows. And then—nothing. Just the weight of something about to begin.