The best part of being a part of a theatre is seeing the part that the audience will never get to view. That part of the show before the magic takes place. Its beautiful, in its own way. The set is still being put together with careful hands. The lighting sequence is being artfully crafted by the technical staff. The costumer gently stitches the final bits of the costumes together. It’s a certain kind of paradise. The kind that not many people get, or can see. But for the select few theatre students of Southeastern University, the Polk theatre is a place of magic. Those hectic moments of getting your make up on and mic checked seem to fade away into the distance as you make your way to center stage and feel the heat of the spot light hit you straight on the face. When you look out and can just barely make out the red velvet empty chairs seated in front of you in open anticipation, you dream of the audience that is big enough to fill all of them. This is the dream of these students. The cast of God Spell. There is almost no words for the glow on each of their faces that have no fear. The outside world ceases to exist for a couple of hours and they are allowed to just live in the art that God created for them. They move together with purpose and with a love so alive that there wont be a dry eye in the audience. But that is not for now. This is the magic that no one else gets to see. This is the part right before it becomes real. This is the week before the show when nothing else matters that is not on stage with you. This is what theatre people live for. This is magic.