We were out at Frank and Kamala's until after 3, so we came home from brunch and had a short nap.
I'm supposed to be training to become the resident stage manager for a dance academy in town but I've managed to have a conflict with every single show this season until now and I'm on deck to SM their next two shows. I'm really nervous since calling a dance show is completely different than calling a play. Or so I keep being told. I wouldn't know so far.
Going today was almost a waste of time, sadly. It was in one of the studios at their school, which I knew, and shadowing was sitting between the barre and a wall behind a teenager with a light board segregated from the stage by a black curtain. I was at least hoping to be behind the audience. But.
But.
While I was sitting in my chair, unable to see anything besides the center section of the audience and the dancers standing there, all coltish and nervous, ready to spring onto the stage, I saw a little girl go by who was obviously very ill. I imagine she was a cancer patient. She was small and worn-looking, with very, very thin very, very white hair and something implanted in her head. She was dressed exactly like all the other little girls in a white costume with wings. She passed my chair and I smiled at her, as I did to all the dancers. She alone smiled back. Then, right before she went on stage, she turned around and waved at me.
That moment made my entire day.
