David Clark cannot be stopped

Setting: The Stage is blank.

At Rise: The Stage remains blank. Open. Taunting. It watches you watch it and knows you are waiting. It does not relent. You fidget, but the stage does not care. You look behind you, but the stage does not break its stare. The lights do not shift. The music does not start. The actors do not emerge. There is only the stage. And you. There is nothing left to do, so you stare back. This continues, until the nothing has become something. A desire? Perhaps a taco? Or maybe a dialogue.

Now the play can begin.