The last time I performed in Zipper Hall the audience was dark. So pitch black, in fact, that a friend of mine who was sitting in the second row for “A Concerto for Claire” was mad that I didn’t see her during the performance. When I peaked out the stage door ten years later, the front house right seats were empty. So I took a deep breath, stepped on stage, heard all the clapping… and as I turned to take a bow, my eyes panned across the 330+ people in attendance, and my