By GUILHERME MELETTI YAZBEK The evening began before the curtain rose. In the darkened Benedum Center, only the orchestra pit was lit—and the reflected glow reached softly up to the theater’s ornate ceiling, as if the… Read More ›
By GUILHERME MELETTI YAZBEK The evening began before the curtain rose. In the darkened Benedum Center, only the orchestra pit was lit—and the reflected glow reached softly up to the theater’s ornate ceiling, as if the… Read More ›