Today I worked about an hour and a half on my organ piece, and I feel like it is coming together nicely. I might be interpreting the play wrong, but I feel like the first act gave me an eerie sense of hope. I mean, I know what is going to be happening throughout the rest of the play, right, and so the ghost would logically seem like a portentous thing. The way I am thinking about it this time though was that the hope of achieving the objective is still real. I hope to reflect that in the piece, I think it is like a mood that I can incorporate.