Heart of Confetti

It's not that I haven't noticed the dark nature of the pit in which we play.  Where the drama of life unfolds in the three hours we share together, no where to run or hide from each other or ourselves.  It's just that confetti is so much more fun.  Today my stand partner and I discovered the machine that sucks it up at the end of each performance.  It was sitting backstage and we stumbled upon it during the intermission.  I overheard that tomorrow will be a concert version, and therefore no staging.  It doesn't bode will for confetti forecasts, but who knows.  We still have a few more chances.

David peers into the heart of darkness