Symbolism in a Studio

CHATTING peacefully, with that amiable reserve so common to man and wife--but not to bride and groom--a couple sat in folding chairs on the sidelines of a television studio. They were drawn away, comfortably, from the video equivalent of backstage confusion, the pointless disorder that made you wonder, as you had so many times before in a theater's wings, how an orderly performance ever could be dragged out of that mad mess of men and women, overalls and costume, denim and satin, lights and props--now made more complex and formidable by twisted wires, portable cranes, and the TV cameras themselves.