(Open thread) Opening Night at the Gala Opera House Who: Ada and anyone who cares to visit the theatre on a Friday evening What: Drinks and a Show Where: Gala Opera House When: Friday evening Warnings: None
Tonight, Ada was playing at a new house. For the next two weeks, she would appear on the bill for one of the more prestigious stages in London, the Gala Opera House. It was even paying enough that she would only have to play one show for the duration of the period, rather than dashing down the stairs and across town to play two or more enagagements as she usually did. Tonight, afterwards she could sit back and relax, maybe even dress up and mingle in the foyer afterwards for a few drinks.
But she could think of that now, waiting in the wings. The act onstage before her was almost finished and she was about to step forward. Butterflies fluttered in her stomache; she always got excited before a new audience.
And then the other act was done. The comidian in front of the curtain took his bow and hurried off and curtains opened on Ada centre stage.
She was dressed in the red jacket of a soldier. Her polished buttons shining brightly, and a smart black cap upon her head. She marched about the stage, a broad grin on her face, singing songs about the joys of marching into battle and all the lovely girls left behind. She even had a bit of a shoft shoe shuffle in one of the numbers. At the end of her act, the applause was thunderous., and she had repeat the chorous of her last song twice before they would let her leave the stage.
Flushed and deliriously happy, Ada collapsed in the armchair in her dressing room. The night had only just begun.