There is much more truth to theatre than to our lives. It's a mirror, it's the raised curtain where an act is taken for an act and not called reality. In truth, theatre is reality. That which we call life outside it's walls and boundaries, hides which the stage dares to see and speak . There is truth displayed that is hidden in reality. We purge ourselves of that which we hide, bare all lies, shed all hypocrisy. Naked under the spotlight without our masks but with the face that shows as it promises, as it is known. It's a mosque, it's a temple where we kneel, we raise our hands in prayer, we bow our heads in submission of guilt, in remorse of sin, and step out doubting, feeling new again. It's the river, it's the Ganga, unquestioningly carrying away the dirt of poor-rich souls.
Every song is a call, a call to awaken and a reminder to rejoice. The music is a celebration of the rhythm, the rhythm of the footsteps with which we move ahead. The flow of its dance is the ebb and the tide of time, the circle of day and night. Broadway is hope. The stage is life. Broadway is a celebration of life. Theatre is humanity, it's purity, it's faith.
All drama is reality. The rest is an act.
