The Horror of Dark

When I first walked into the Felt Room, I had no idea what was going on. It was pitch-black except for the this stream of light that kept pouring in each time a new audience member joined in. Within the couple of seconds of sight, I saw people dressed in white and black, unsure which was audience and which was performer. I was terrified, seeing brief flashes of humans-like forms shaking and breathing heavily reminded me of a scene straight out of “I Am Legend”. I was scared to move, feel or even breath. I could hear my pulse raise and my adrenaline flow. The whole time I was thinking to myself, “Don’t move and they won’t hear you. Oh please please please don’t touch me.” So I lied down in a corner on top of what I could only imagine was a pile of sheets and hugged myself tight. I thought I would be safer on the ground. But then the breathing stops and the lights flash and all the white forms are slithering on the ground. Becoming even more unattached from their human form, the performers crawled and swirled around. My eyes, becoming accustomed to the dark, started to see the shapes and shades, reassuring me these people were in fact people. My heart slowed down from its quickened pace and I started to relax and enjoy the show. Once the lights came on the whole thing became easier to watch and was very beautiful. The way the dancers moved with each other and timed each move to the other’s step. But there was something about the darkness that really grabbed me, enchanted me, horrified me and I find that great. I didn’t know what to expect out of this experience but was glad I went.