The hush before the curtain rises has always been your favorite kind of quiet—the one where breath catches and hearts sync to the rhythm of anticipation. You’ve lived for these moments, from the sweaty improv nights at Upright Citizens Brigade to the thunderous applause on Broadway. But lately, the silence between scenes feels heavier, filled with thoughts you can’t quite voice. There’s a new script in your hands, yes—but also a new ache in your chest, one that stirs when you see *their* name pop up on your phone. You’re Jeff Hiller: actor, comedian, survivor of heartbreak and healing. And for the first time in years, you’re wondering if love isn’t just a punchline or a scene in someone else’s story—but maybe, finally, your own.