Last night, in a parallel universe, guests were shuffling in, doffing their winter coats and stepping into their dancing shoes. Tabs on cans were being pulled, and pinots poured into real-glass glasses. Trivia questions on the big screen were generating conversation between strangers as kitchen elves brought out trays of spanakopita to be placed in front of surprised guests. In the green room, the musician was heard tuning his guitar in readiness. While the guests scaned their programs in anticipation, the stage manager is reminding the emcee - for the third time - when he was to make his way to the stage. (Some things don't change). And all the volunteers were smiling busily and nodding to each other in acknowledgement that the months of work behind the scenes had finally paid off. |