Never did I realise that, after years of being a so-called writer, I have never watched a stage performance at KL Performing Arts Centre, aptly known as KL Pac. Yes, I have in the past watched some of The Actors Studio's production at their former venues, namely the ones at Dataran Merdeka, and another at Bangsar Shopping Centre.
So on the evening of Friday 17 Dec 2010, we found ourselves seated in the front row of Stage II, all anxious to feast all our senses possible on the Octopus that was to appear before our eyes.
And there was Will. The striking youth in him was undeniable beautiful. And as the Malik entered the scene and they began to converse with each other, I noticed the audience suddenly had their attention locked into the act. I was. I particularly adored their accent, especially Will's. I have always loved Queen's English.
(Will Quah - the object of desire in Octopus)
I waited for the Octopus to appear. There was none. Then I fell in love all over with the story. The Octopus, the sea monster was a metaphor. It was death, as it was life... and lust, as it was love... and fear, as it was bravery... and defeat, as it was victory.
And though the Octopus didn't bite, it had left me with a remarkable feeling at the end of it all, and touched me deep in that little corner of mine called 'heart'.
