Chapitre 202: Confrontation By an Angel

The clapping was instant. The audience followed in a standing ovation, jamming their hands and rocking the drama house in thunder. They cheered as the lights on stage and the theater brightened, shining beautifully in everyone's faces. The gallery was luminous in sparkling sconces and people stood everywhere, applauding the most wonderful performance.

It was certainly the créme of the night. The cast had wowed the audience to near unbelief. They stood even now, all of them on the stage, in a fine line with their hands joined.

Each and every character that had being portrayed, now in normal clothes, smiling, holding hands, sharing laughter with their amicable audience. The play's director, [Fourth Year Scribe] Erryn Wingfield lifted her long arms with her eclectic group of fine stage men and women. Cast. Crew. Navigators. All of them. And they, everyone of them in that long line on stage went down in a bow to the waist.