Antonia Abramova

Anonymous.

There was nothing special about that night. Marie followed all of the right protocols and watched the actors take their nightly bows. Marie’s team of eight ushers were in place, ready to pull back the curtain, unlock the doors, and direct the weary patrons around the vast lobby of Ann’s Theater. Marie stood by the curtain that separated the theater from the lobby and watched. Bow one, applause. Bow two, applause. Bow three, the lead held her hand to her heart, tears streaming down her cheeks, and mouthed a ‘thank you’. The cast, visibly relieved, filed into a single line and shuffled off the stage.