The historic Emerson Ballet Theatre was scheduled for demolition two days before its 150th anniversary. Luxury apartments were to be the new showcase and my fame would be extinguished, like a burnt out star.
Darkness enfolded me behind closed curtains. For a moment, I imagined hearing the impending rumbles and reverberations of a wrecking ball as I poised center stage. But it was the audience, exploding with applause, shouting “encore!”.
A sinking heart prompted stinging tears but I held my head high as the plush curtains parted, my smile a swan song to the life that I loved.