sat transfixed for the entire two-and-three-quarter hour show.
He had a peep into the orchestra pit before the show started and was
tickled pink when the french horn player waved at him!
He grabbed my hand and squeezed it all the way through his favourite
song... I didn't actually see much of Javert's Soliloquy, because I
was watching Charlie, totally absorbed in the performance, gazing at
the stage with eyes like saucers, a wondering smile on his face.
Another one of those wonderful, memorable days.
I'll never forget it... and I don't think Charlie will either.
No comments:
Post a Comment