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Opening Night
Last
Friday I went to watch my dad & sister play. The familiar images that
canopy
the inside
--a winged man shooting for the stars; fish leaping through art deco waves;
nude
men & women on galloping horses draped in jungle foliage--coupled
with the
"ballsy"
(heavy on the brass!) instrumental, must have lulled my
subconscious back in
time,
brought the worn etch of symphony landscape back to life in my
mind's eye; because
when I picked up the compact theatre binoculars and
followed them to the
last riser
in the back, second horn in from the right, I was
surprised to see an older, spectacled,
white-haired man in place of my subliminal expectation--a youthful man with
fuller,
darker hair--and I quickly turned my gaze to a nameless face
nearby to stop
the
tears that were welling up in my eyes.
--Lisa Atchison
Lisa Atchison grew up in Oakland/Piedmont, California, graduated from Holy Names University
with a BA in History. She currently lives with her 15-year-old son in her
hometown and works as a Travel Manager for a television production technology
company in San Francisco.
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