At some point you revisit the places you have been to you begin to see them differently. When I think of this hall I don’t see the floor patterns, but rather the silhouettes that stood at the end of hallway. I don’t see the chairs, but rather the people who filled them. I see the stage, but also the people who used it as a start for a something hopeful. I can barely hear the music, but it’s clear how it had created an atmosphere of it’s own.