The breath before the show

Being the youngest sibling, I inherited a lot from my older brothers and sister.

I owe my love of theatre from one of my three brothers. His love of the stage came from reading plays, performing on stage, discussing acting. He has a great talent at many things, things that some people think would be more practical.

Yet his love of the theatre goes so deep that no one would be able to convince him otherwise.

He passed this love on to me. I remember being little and he would tell me stories from Shakespeare’s repertoire, Romeo and Juliet, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, classic stories of love and betrayal.

From high school to university, there are only a few of his many plays that I have missed over the years. You miss a lot when you decide to move away from home and my brother’s plays is one of the things I miss the most, next to family get-together, weddings and babies.

I think of my brother every time I go to a performance and sit breathlessly in the dark waiting for the show to start. That anticipation before the show is the most amazing feeling.

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