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Visit to the Theatre
Anticipation: Sweaty palms, heart pounding, Stomach in knots, Nervous! Excited to see “Fame” at the King’s!
Julie Roberts in “Pretty Woman”! A young child tucked up in bed Waiting for Santa. – That was me!
Breathtaking grandeur, Red velour rows, high balconies. Gold on stage side. Lights, music. Curtain up.
I gazed in awe, laughed, cried Real tears. I’d thought the theatre Was not for me. But I was wrong. I’ll go again and again; Just give me the chance.
Sheena Thomson |
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