Charleston, SC, 1989
Tracy reached for Owen’s hand in the dark, as the lights brightened to blinding and dimmed again, and the dancers on stage struggled against their gauzy bonds. It was a bittersweet occasion. They had been looking forward to the debut of Brock Rendall’s Illumination, but hadn’t expected he wouldn’t be there to see the result of all his labor. Sure, everyone had known he was sick, but he’d been doing as well as could be expected, with only one recent stay at the hospit