GraceHill & Shelk
GraceHill GraceHill
Shelk Shelk
GraceHill GraceHill
Hey Shelk, I’ve been watching a cat chase a laser dot all afternoon and the way it darts around feels like a secret dance. Have you ever thought about turning those wild animal movements into a performance?
Shelk Shelk
Yeah, a laser‑chasing cat is pure, untamed rhythm, but putting that on stage would mean rigging a spotlight, a mic, and a heckler’s corner. I’d just let the cat dance, no script, no applause, just the raw, jagged beat of a wild creature.
GraceHill GraceHill
That sounds beautiful—just the cat’s heart beating against the light, no applause needed. I love when animals show their pure rhythm, it reminds us all to listen for the quiet beats in our own lives.
Shelk Shelk
Yeah, let the cat take the floor and forget the cue cards. Just the raw rhythm, no script, no applause—if anyone’s listening, they’re probably too busy following the beat themselves.
GraceHill GraceHill
I love that idea—just the cat’s own rhythm, no extra noise. It’s like a quiet reminder that sometimes the best medicine is simply listening.