DD,
First off -- Dahran? Author's name? or name of story? No, I didn't write Dahran. But I'm wondering WHY you would ask such a provoking question as that? Gimme a clue or a full explanation, please. The name alone, tingles my dingles and dangles.
But now, to the MEAT of the letter.
I meant every word, but you gotta be joking! You're afraid that I'll be disappointed? No fucking way, José! All the elements of this story WILL, I am sure, have everything that thrills me to the core and then some. ... Your fantastic writing style, a little BDSM, and whatever tidbits of theatre you might add.
The performances are ONLY the climax on the juicy cake of theater! And the excitement and applause is the delectable 'cherry and whipped-cream' on top!
(Giving you any ideas, huh?)
But the joy of the process is in the LONG rehearsal period ... countless hours of being a voluntary prisoner to the diabolical Director and/or Choreographer! Endless hours of physical torture and pain; each and every movement, every gesture, every bat of the eye or twitch of the lips or jerk of the cock is choreographed (often with manual or other help), whether in dance or drama; stumbling, falling over each other's sweaty bodies, the hugs and kisses and gropes of fellow thespians when something goes right.
And finally ... FINALLY! ... that OPENING night (read THAT anyway you want to, considering the orgiastic cast party immediately afterwards). The 'OPENING' is the final reward for a job well-done! And, yes, the numerous hours spent with the Director and/or his assistants and Choreographer in private tutoring ... WHEREVER ... in the bedroom, on the beach, up in the basket of a hot-air balloon, ON STAGE after everyone else has left, up in the balcony loges, or downstairs in the locker room/shower that smells uremic like the men's room at the YMCA.
Ahhhhh, but my aging mind wanders to past experiences.
The only thing that I can think of that would add to my released excitement (read that any way you want to!) in your story, would be nude aerialists a la Cirque du Soleil ! Have you ever imagined nude, modern dancers performing in the air, suspended by prongs HOOKED through their pecs! YUMMMMMMMMMMM! hahahahahahaha Gotcha!
Now go to work! Broaden my fantasies as ONLY YOU can do!
(THAT was my fantasy when I was performing ... to be an aerial clown with Cirque; though I seriously doubt that they would have permitted me to perform nude. But I sometimes wonder if the aerialists' costumes are nothing more than body paint, leaving nothing, absolutely nothing to the imagination. )
I hope this Choreographer is going to be at least 30 chapters long! Or more like 50! Or better yet, 100!!!!! The longer, the better; ain't that so?
You've got me this time, DD -- hook, line, and sinker!
Can't wait for more.
Chris / Gerry (with a 'G')