The theatre gives permission to my inner diva to sing, she who believes in herself and feels her own worth.
The theatre is as some gothic church where anything goes. It is a place for heart and soul to play, a place to remind us all of the joy there is in a creative life well lived.
The theatre's white bricks are lit pink beneath the stars, and the sight of it enough to ignite a broad smile deep in my bones.
The theatre is lit up this night with a thousand brilliant beams, yet the brightest lights of all are inside, awaiting the curtain rise.
The theatre is the bright bubble of our town, a place the inner life of the human soul comes to dance, sing and exclaim of all that really matters.
The theatre ambiance is the swirling of rainbow hues. It is as if those years of laughter linger are both light and rain for every artistic seed.
The theatre is the place emotions come to play, taking centre stage, daring to walk in the spotlight.
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