When I was a child, things were different for me at night. At night, I tossed and turned, knowing that something was not quite as it seemed and that things were happening that were dangerously wrong. With the day’s performance over, the curtains drawn, the theater empty, I stayed up to see what ghosts haunted the stage. And there, in those late-night hours, I sometimes met my mom and dad without their masks, angry beasts with no audience to pretend for anymore.
