The roar of the grease paint the smell of the crowd the light is in her eyes and the noise is too loud. She is in the spotlight the star of the show she is flying on moonlight her talent’s aglow.
The audience gasp and shock at her amazing portrayal of her vampire role . So amazed are they by her it is as if she lives her part and believes in it heart and sole. The theatre is hushed yet electric with her presence she holds the audience in the palm of her hand she knows what she is doing she loves it , it’s grand.
The curtains fall, the lights go out her eyes relax she breathes relief without a doubt.She takes her bows with the rest of the cast then leaves the stage to get to her dressing room fast. Tired and exhausted she sits in her favourite chair has a welcome cup of coffee and she lets down her hair.
Everyone’s gone now she steps outside into the dark night her eyes open wide relaxed and comfortable with the dark. She heads down the alley and across the park . For a second she looses concentration and the light from the street lamp cause her consternation! Caught in the glare of the light it reveals her in her real form as a maid of the night.