Musical Chairs

Musical Chairs 

I've been struggling with my own significance for the whole day. 11:11 when I checked my phone, angel numbers, everything is in perfect alignment. I know the ego is a fabrication of the mind. A dirty trick that makes me believe I matter. How many people would miss me if everything turned to black? Who will remember me? What legacy did I leave behind? Nothing, I don't exist. 4:44 time to prepare for the theatre, Musical Chairs is on. I get to Sandton, almost On the square, the Gautrain station in sight, then out of nowhere, with a lot of speed, from a corner, a car approaches me, I duck but it connects and hits my left leg, shook but I regain my balance, it's not bad and I don't fall but it hurts. I look in the distance thinking it's a hit and run but the driver reverses. White guy, white Hyandai, in a hurry, he wasn't paying attention. I am relieved, at least he has some humanity. It's awkward for him, he doesn't know what to say. I reassure him and thank him for coming back to check up on me. I tell him it's cool, it's okay, I can still walk but you hurt me. I was so close to the theatre, I am basically there, I let it go, I escaped, what's done is done. I shook his hand and limped my way to the theatre to go watch Musical Chairs. 

11:11 the show was stunning. From the lighting, music, dancing and minimalistic set. It was spellbinding, attention glued, difficult to take your eyes off the stage. I don't think I even took a sip of my water. Everything lost relevance, the stage was the center of the Universe. Nothing mattered but the performers on the stage, they were simply amazing. It is story-telling like I have never seen before. No dialogue, no words, just dance and movement. It was expressive, energetic and moving. You understood the story, the story about inclusion, exclusion, relevance, validation - please like me, see me, I matter. For most of the show, the dancers fight for seats because there aren't enough. A seat means you are a part of the group, a clique, relevance, validation, you matter. When you don't have a seat, you are excluded, out in the cold, no one cares about you. Sophisticated metaphor about the world of social media. Social media is the pulse of the show. You want that seat, the performers on the stage fight to get that seat. Different dance styles and music genres are incorporated in the show. The performers are 3 dimensional, performing with a lot of energy and passion. They feel it. They are in the moment. They are sweating on stage. They are giving everything they have. Totally in sync, perfect choreography and wonderful chemistry - they love what they do. Now I understand the 4:44, it was a nudge from the Universe, all is linked, synchronicity, I read Jung, everything is in perfect alignment, it was a great day. 

Thank you Daphne Kuhn and Theatre on the square for yet another fantastic experience. The theatre is my heaven. 

Congratulations Aurelie Stratton, Hungani Ndlovu, Sipho Didiza and the whole team for an amazing show and a deserved standing ovation. 

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