The journey of the majestic theater

Childhood

Carrie was raised in the north of London. It was in the small town Framingham, Suffolk that she grew up. But as she grew she fell deeply in love with music and eventually Broadway. She was obsessed with the way backstage worked and how different every theater was. She loved to see shows in any theater she could get tickets to. When she went to the shows she was captivated and entertained for moments on end. She loved how the theater was alive different from the cinema the show could and most likely would be slightly different every night. There was never a performance the exact same way as the one the night before.
Everything was new. She loved the smell of the theater walking in and automatically smelling the aroma of paper and popcorn. As she walked closer to the stage and even closer to backstage the faint smell of hairspray, makeup, and sweat excited her. Carrie knew that each turn, each step she could take backstage would lead her to a different scent. By a young adult she had been in the theater so much that she could pick out each scent and know what was going on. She worked tech on shows and sold tickets. Anything to get a glimpse of the shows going on. She did everything to live with the theater. To not just help the old building but to co exist. She looked at the theater not as just a building, but instead an old friend. She heard the walls whisper stories of the past productions. She walked into the tech room and saw spilled paint. She knew as much as she was a part of the theater it was a part of her.
As every theater does she knew the tales of Abigail. A playful ghost who supposedly haunted the theater.Many people believed in the ghost of the theater but Carrie did not. Many stories were told by members of casts from different shoes. This and that went missing creaks in the floor all useless stuff. And to be honest it was. The ghost didn't exist, but that didn't stop the stories from being told.
Carrie was raised by her single mom who worked extensively hard to give her the best she could manage. Her mother Gabriella or Gabby as she was more commonly known worked in the Litle shop on the corner. The shop sold everything from soap to books,bread to socks,Yarn and needles, Spools of thread, pints of sweet honey , milk and tea. Carrie had a great childhood raised in a small town by an amazing and  independent mother.