I'm Listening

<img border="0" src="" align="right">I watched half of the ballet "L'Oiseau de feu" yesterday. Oh ok, the program said "Firebird" but I think it's French name sounds so much more sophisticated. I only managed to catch the second half of it because I had a meeting with MISA (Mentoring for International Student Achievement) earlier that evening. The lady at the door told me that I could go in, and that the ushers would be inside to help me find my seat. I walked in and stood behind a group of about five ushers. The hall was illuminated only by the stage lights, and I didn't want to interrupt the performance by whispering so I waited for the ushers to notice that I needed help to my seat.
They looked at me, and then continued to watch the ballet. It was then I realised that the top I wore was the same as that of the usher's, only that mine was grey rather than white. I must say that the ballet looked interesting from this "worker's" point of view. In fact, I might not have been as alert to the little nuances of dance had I been sitting down.
Ballet isn't my cup of tea I guess. I need a voice. If it sounds anything like <a href="" target="_blank">Lea</a> or <a href="" target="_blank">Julia</a>….bliss.
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