“Just picture it. Bright lights, dancing girls, glitter, music. It will be magnificent.”
Esther wasn’t convinced. “It’s a school production. It will look cheap and silly.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Marco scolded. “It’s a professional production enhanced by the inclusion of budding young actors. It could still be like Broadway. Just in miniature.”
They appraised the dull, tiny stage and cast their eyes over the musty seating. Marco full of hope and wonder, Esther despairing.
“Yes, Broadway in miniature – and Winter will bring the icing on the cake. The flair, the skill…”
Esther’s phone beeped. A text.
“… richness, excitement, glamour…”
“… He’s cancelled.”
Written as part of the 100 Word Challenge For Grown Ups