It’s always the same; butterflies in the stomach, dryness of tongue and bubbles of excitement. The actors and actresses wait in the wings. The stage hands roam and the orchestra tune their instruments.
The curtain goes up, the stage is light, the players become their characters. A story unfolds like real life; love, lost, mystery, murder and a solved conclusion. The audience absorb everything, caught up in events, forgetting that things are not real.
And afterwards, normality feels surreal and it’s like we are all just characters in a play of life.
(Inspired by; https://rochellewisoff.com/2020/02/26/28-february-2020/ with thanks).
The Story Files 
I like that last bit, of reality seeming surreal. It’s a feeling that’s caught me often on leaving a theatre (less so a cinema)
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Thanks. It took me a few minutes to get the ending right.
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Worth it
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