I want to have a season where I sit in the stands and watch a gypsy tumble across the floor or Alcatraz come to life. I want to see mannequins and the world come alive with colors. If you could read my mind you would see that art should be inclusive and not for the perceived elite. What would we do if there were a season where Vietnam and the Holocaust taught the emotional history to the masses? What would happen if the boundaries were stretched so that our imagination allowed for The Cat and the Hat to speak to us. Maybe one day we will see an irish jig with such emotion that it will make you cry. Could you imagine a night where peacocks filled the floor with their magestic color? You can entertain and still maintain art. You can grow and explore and still speak emotionally to the masses. The audience is not just 5 people with a pencil and sheet. They are children and the elderly. They are newcomers and alumni. They are teachers and students. We must not, we cannot lose sight of that and it seems that we are slowly losing our grip on who our audience is. I beg for the designers and staffs of the guards to consider the audience and demand the standing ovation through such emotional power that a judge would be a fool to put anything down, but box 5.