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Art Critic Moira Macdonald talks about being the only person in the room during a dance company's last rehearsal for a show it may no longer perform.

'A dance performance is always, by definition, a fleeting thing; it’s a particular quicksilver combination of molecules that will never recur in quite the same way ever again. But Pacific Northwest Ballet’s performance of “Empire Noir” and “One Thousand Things” on a recent evening in McCaw Hall felt especially ephemeral: It was a dress rehearsal, in front of an invited audience of about 100 (spread out in the vast theater that can hold nearly 30 times that number), and unlike most dress rehearsals it wasn’t a beginning, but an ending.
In the enormity of how the coronavirus pandemic is affecting us, arts performances aren’t at the top of the list: some among us are ill and dying, some are losing their places of shelter and sustenance and income, some are struggling to balance work with home-from-school children. For those few hours at McCaw, though, it all came down to one beautiful thing lost' ... Keep reading on The Seattle Times