That was the cue.
A crash of cymbals turned the entire stage white—blinding, blank, a canvas erased. For one heartbeat, silence. The audience squinted. And then the drummer unleashed a rolling thunder, and the lights went wild . colorful stage
And the lights cut to black.
The musicians took their bows. The stage, now still and plain, seemed almost to sigh. But the colors lingered behind everyone’s eyelids, dancing in afterimages—a silent, luminous encore that would fade only when the audience finally spilled out into the cool, dark, colorless night. That was the cue