The audience hushes, the curtains swish back, and in the sparkling glow of the spotlight, the actors are resplendent.
Every detail, from the shine of their shoes and the fall of their clothes, is without blemish. The actors move with ease across the stage, with their clothes—whether ridiculous or haunting or prim—hugging them like a second skin. There is nothing cheap or kitschy about their appearances. The characters seem truly alive in this moment.
Yet without the tireless efforts of people like Scott Jones, none of this would be true.