As the audience enters the concert hall, each recognizes this moment: a stage in dimly-lit anticipation, glowing above the conversations and laughter, perhaps an audience spontaneously chanting for it to begin. In this same moment, there is the anticipation of the encore at the end of the concert. The hall is a crescent of seats facing the arc of the world stage. You’re here, you have a ticket, and when the God of Music isn’t playing, life in this divine space means waiting for the show to begin again.
