T'was the night before the show...
T’was the night before
the show and all through the district
Performers were
preparing, they’d decided to risk it.
Crimson had written on
their costumes with care,
And Tiff had recovered
from being told not to swear.
Gold were all nestled
back home in their beds,
And visions of their
play danced in their heads.
Both companies had
rehearsed and made their work great,
Their plays were now
happily in a perfect state.
Black company had
rested, they’d done theirs on Thursday,
Some had made igloos
on their surprise snow day.
But all now looked
forward to the tech, dress and show
Where talent and
artistry would surely flow.
The show must go on
they had all decided,
Valour over pessimism
had thankfully presided.
The snow in spring
could not scupper their chances
Of performing at the
theatre with talented dancers.
So their costumes were
ready, their lines were primed
Their alarm clocks set
and their journeys timed.
Their director’s words
rang still loud in their ears,
Encouraging them on
and allaying all fears,
As the last thing they’d
said as they’d happily gone
Was that each and
every one of them had brightly shone,
And would shine again
tomorrow with an audience to see
Who would be so bowled
over they’d clap with glee!
YTYT, make sure your
costumes are sorted and you’re your routes planned. Make your arrangements for food and bring
plenty of water. Finally may I recommend
tonight a final glance over your script (Michael Brown of course can’t – he’d
have needed to take it home with him) and an early night…sweet dreams and can’t
wait to see you tomorrow….
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