“For a long, breathless moment we wait, time spinning into an eternity, while the excitement in my chest bursts. As the red curtain rises, my mother releases my hand and steps forward...Because of the stage lights, my mother's silhouette is… — Teri Brown Copy Share Image
There's the fatigue that you have to forget about, because the red curtain still has to rise. — Mireille Mathieu Copy Share Image
