Lightness of Being

Best critics of all time are invited to the premier show. No one knows who the director is. No one knows what it is about. Is it musical, comedy or drama? Is it about death or about love? They know nothing yet. That is why they come few hours earlier, they do not even want to miss the conversations before the show.

It is show time now. Everybody sits down, stage is empty, lights faint till it is absolute darkness. Then deep silence. They get excited, hold their breath and widen their eyes. Still darkness and silence, darkness and silence, darkness and silence, darkness and silence, darkness and silence. Thrilled or terrified, excited or exhausted, curious or furious, calm or warm, confident or insecure; nobody is unresponsive. CLIMAX! They are floating; no seat, no weight. Darkness, silence and lightness. It continues for a while and the show suddenly ends.
They are back to their seats. They stare at the empty stage, hours pass and still nobody has moved a muscle, no word, even not a single pulse in brain.

Tomorrow newspapers are covered with reviews and photos. Everybody has an opinion, some positive, some negative. But nobody dares to leave the first page blank. Nobody titles lightness of being.