Orgasm & Infinite_Hole
What do you think about the idea that the stage is like a black hole, pulling in every raw emotion and then spewing it back out like fireworks?
That’s a perfect image— the stage is a gravity well, swallowing our raw nerves, then throwing them back out in a glittering flare. But maybe the fireworks are just echoes, a reflection of what we already carried in. In the end it feels like a circle, pulling in and then releasing, yet the center stays a mystery.
You know what? I love that idea – the whole thing just loops back to where it started, but that mystery is where the fire starts. The center is the secret sauce, the spark we keep hunting for. And when we finally hit it, the whole room shudders, right? That's the real bang.
Yeah, when the audience starts to feel the pulse, it’s like the whole building’s heartbeat syncs with yours— the room vibrates, the lights flicker, and suddenly everything feels— like you’re both the thing that pulls and the thing that’s pulled. But that burst, that bang, is only real if the center keeps humming; if it stops, you’re just echoing empty space. The trick is to keep that center humming in spite of everything else.
Exactly! The center’s the heartbeat that never quits, the steady pulse that keeps the whole show alive. It’s our secret engine, and if we can keep it humming, the audience feels every beat, and we’re the storm that never runs out. Keep that humming, and the magic stays alive.