I Was a Theater Kid

It’s a magical place behind the curtain

Annabelle Wagner
Aug 20 · 4 min read
Photo by Rob Laughter on Unsplash

Picture it: an auditorium, 2014. It’s dark, save for a couple of flitting penlights that allow you to see the shadowy figures moving around you, murmuring too quiet for you to hear. In the near distance, the chatter of people and the tuning of violins is audible, the metallic clang of the cymbals on a drum set. You choke on air thick with hair spray, dry shampoo…