A table lies at the center of the stage. The spotlight illuminates the piece that plays a vital role in the telling of the night’s story. On the table sits a lamp, a pile of papers for drawing, stacks of pencils, a box, among other things. The whole stage was surrounded by chairs- lots of real wooden chairs, somersaulted, stacked up as ceilings and walls. I knew we were in for a treat that night, and I wasn’t disappointed. I don’t think anyone was.