Chapter Seventeen
The second-half of the performance:
Theatergoers returned to their seats after an opportunity to sip a glass of wine and to chat excitedly about what they had just experienced. The house lights dimmed and the audience quickly settled with the expectancy of more-to-come hanging in the air. The stage lights in the grid high above, glowed with increased intensity. They lit an empty stage. No set. No performers. There was a long delay and the audience started shifting nervously in their seats. Someone coughed.
Only a few people spotted the cyr wheel, laying in the center of the stage. It was made of stainless steel. It was perfectly round, precisely eight feet, four and three-quarter inches in diameter. And the tubing from which it was fabricated was two and a quarter inch
