Heart thumping, blood pumping, mind racing, going over my lines. I’m nervously waiting backstage for my cue and going over the horror of mucking up. I feel sick to my stomach.I walk onstage. The adrenaline washes over me like a five meter wave. I say to myself “You can do this” ... Peter springs onstage... his eyebrows are a lot BIGGER than I remember.
The audience blows towards us..... WE ARE FLYING!
I sneak off to join the band when Peter, Tink and my two bros Michael and John bound on stage. Hawawawa hawawawa! The Indians bounce on stage like a box of GIANT JELLY BEANS! The band starts to play the Indian Chant. Then the crazy, kooky Pirates waddle on. They are hilarious and fabulous. I get to smash, bash and crash the deafening CYMBALS in The Pirate Song!
Oops! .. Oops! I go backstage twice before I really have to!
Ttwwiirrll. I collapse in the middle of Lost Boys who are dancing around and they are so happy they shot me!? Peter bounds on stage annoyed that his troop injured me, Finally some respect!
you were awesome Soph - and a great story - well done such a great experience - yeeha!!
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