Remember how you felt watching The Crucible or, maybe even more intensely, The Children’s Hour?  Yes, the story is heavy, but we are willingly riveted.  One can feel such euphoria when the theatre gods come together making a perfect storm of writing, character development and direction.  THE ROLLING STONE punches that button in the brain that wakes such a tempest, pushes my body forward in my seat and finds me committed to see how this all turns out.  Intermission is excruciating; I want my friends back and I really want them to be okay.