I stand in an anxious crowd waiting to be let into the theatre. Clouds of anticipation and car exhaust fill the city’s streets. A bead of sweat drips down my cheek, and I breath in a gulp of thick, hot, summertime air. I look around to see my sister and cousin quibbling with one another, the heat of their argument was so unbearable I began to bury my face in my moms side.
The doors opened, and we all slowly funneled into the theatre. We moseyed our way down the softly lit aisles. I slid down the row, the cushy velvet of the seats rubbing against the back of my legs. I sat down next to my mom. I flipped through my playbill anxiously, looked around the elegant space surrounding me, and stared at the expressive, artistic ceiling.
In an instant, my senses seemed to awaken and I began to burst with excitement.I stared at the empty stage, shaking with anticipation. Then, the house lights dimmed, the stage lights brightened, the orchestra began to play, and the curtains were drawn. I couldn’t help but smile.