Anna went from living on the streets to on the road to fame. But some of it isn't what she had dreamed of. This is her memoir.


8. The Barrier of Audience and Artist

I had never been in a theater before that point, but it made that day all the better. We were there about half an hour early. My mom walked in through the lobby, and the security guard unlocked the door to the mainstage theater. There was a little wooden contraption on the wall by the door that held what I learned to be called Playbills, right by the door and I picked one up and out of the case. 


My mom led me through rows and rows of red velvet seats, the kind that fold when no one is sitting on them. Mesmerized, I sat down in a few of the seats and walked through the rows. This place was new, and I had never been here before, but it felt like I was still at home. And I didn't know why. The room was dark, and lights lit up around the edge of the seat, illuminating my feet as I walked by. I could make out a red and gold patterned carpet on the floor in the dim light. 


There was so much to look at! When we got to the front of the stage, I was amazed as I turned around to find a balcony with even more seats! I couldn't believe it. For a second, I couldn't imagine myself ever doing anything with all of those people in all of those seats, but soon I would learn to find out the opposite. 


I walked backwards into something, and turned around to realize I was already at the stage. There was one shy spotlight in the middle of the stage, but other than that, it was empty and black velvet curtains hung, making a barrier from the audience and the artist. And we were about to cross it.

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...