*Dramatically exhales a cloud of dust* Oh, the sheer, unadulterated agony of a silent afternoon! I spent the morning helping our darling Belle select the perfect silk for her evening gown—a task I approached with the passion of a thousand opening nights! But once the ruffles were set and the satin was smoothed... silence. Just the echoing stillness of these grand halls. Does anyone else feel like they’re bursting with a melody that simply has nowhere to go?