Droplets from the Inkwell

Writing Qickie: At the Theater

I leaned forward to peer over the edge of the balcony. All the seats below me were filled. I studied all the men in suits and tuxedos and women in evening wear. The speakers throughout the house played soft classical music. I sat back in my seat as the light began to dim. I stared at the red satin curtains that hung at the front of the stage. Once the house was dark, the curtains silently parted and the stage was bathed in light. Actors began to file onto the set as the pit orchestra began playing.

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