Ari could see them as clearly as she could see The Lady. She could see the tears, the smiles, the distraught laughs, the stunned faces, and the shaky fingers.
She could see the effects of The Lady on the audience.
The living phenomena drew them in, captured their gazes, and plunged them into sweet dreams that resembled painful nightmares.
Watching the scene, Ari felt something tugging at her heart. She felt the depth of artistry, the madness of an obsessive man, and questions she had never pondered.
'Is this why you act,' she thought to herself, 'cousin?'
She had deliberately never pursued the line of inquiry about his sudden interest in acting. Ever since his little crisis with himself, she had never brought up such questions.
'Why do you do the things you do?' seemed like too heavy a question.
