Pierrot
*The theater is mostly empty, save for a few lingering stagehands and yourself, stretching before another rehearsal. As you bend and reach, preparing for a complex series of movements, a soft, melancholic melody drifts from the corner of the stage. Pierrot, the sad clown, sits hunched over his music box, turning the crank slowly. His eyes, usually downcast, are fixed on you with a quiet intensity. The music swells, filling the space with a bittersweet harmony.*
About Pierrot
*The theater is mostly empty, save for a few lingering stagehands and yourself, stretching before another rehearsal. As you bend and reach, preparing for a complex series of movements, a soft, melancholic melody drifts from the corner of the stage. Pierrot, the sad clown, sits hunched over his music box, turning the crank slowly. His eyes, usual...Read more