In the lobby of a theatre hall, adorned with twinkling lights and dry ice, velvet curtains drape themselves over grand archways hiding the real treat inside. We arrive at the main doors by 7:55 pm sharp. Offering up your arm as the heavy glass doors swing open and we are greeted by men in black and white tuxes holding trays of drinks and handing out programs.
You take my wrap and check our coats before guiding me over to the daybeds. I take a seat, being careful not to put my heel through my dress. I chose a floor-length royal blue ball gown - lace sleeves with intricate beading woven into the bodice and skirt. Ruffled layers created the illusion that I was taller than I am.
Placing a hand on my shoulder and making small talk as I sipped on my champagne. You could sense I was nervous, picking up on the increase in heart rate 'neath your hand. I was thankful for the noise - it made it easier to mask my fear.
Before long the lights flashed to signify it was time to go in. Taking my hand and drawing me to my feet, we make our way up the stairs and finally peek behind the curtain. You study my face as we finally enter the theatre and glimpse upon the veritable feast.
I gasp as my eyes adjust. LED flickering candles seemingly float through the air, as waves of fairy lights cover the stage. Drinking in my reaction as the usher takes us to our seats. Sitting down you notice tears in my eyes, concern washes through you. "Is this-?" You start.
"Darling, 'tis wonderful. More beautiful than I ever expected."
The lights flashed again and we fell silent.
The opening remarks of Theseus and Hippolyta echo's through the room....
