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A NOTE(S) ON THE SCENE: A world seen through my eyes and my eyes only. All descriptors are found to be both apt and pleasing to the ear, eye and mind. Therefore, "you" are riveted--­­at the edge of your seat, biting your nails. An effort for clarity and supremacy are present, but do not come across on the part of "I" . The strength of self is evident, and with that strength a spatialization between "I" and "you" occurs. Admiration everywhere. So much admiration "you" and "I" cannot possibly think about it. Removing the clod of disappointment from behind the heart by working with precision. The precision lends itself to "you" desiring the surely ascetic life that allowed for this scene. A sense of Victorian frivolity bleeds through the scene to reveal our character's most secret depths; "you" and "I" reflect, finding these truths in ourselves. A world where all songs (including the one's in their heads) are trance inducing, thus "you" hear freedom ringing. Everything in this world takes place in a beautiful, gentle black and white; this world is an instant classic. The black and white scale slides so gently throughout this scene "you" do not realize the spell that is being cast upon you, making it very hard to leave the theatre when you do. "Your" world becomes a hideous mess of discordant reds and yellows. "You" will have to readjust your personal scale for measuring drama now, before the scene begins, in order to see The Scene in its proper proportions. "You" must forget yourself, fall through the rabbit hole and land with baited breath in your assigned auditorium seat. Pant, dog, as you wait for the curtain to rise because, dog, there just may be steak thrown your way--it is with the grand idolization of dog to owner that you must lend ear to the staged word.