|Early warning signs.|
When I was 13, my mother took me on a day trip to big, scary New York City to see The Phantom of the Opera on Broadway. Something happened to me the moment the lights went dim and the overture started-- I felt a wave of chills, floating, extreme joy, and wanting to cry. It could have been the flu, except I still feel the same way every time I'm at a good piece of theater and the curtains open.
This line of work involves quite a bit of traveling. I'm really good at packing my life into a suitcase. I'm like a gypsy - but with more fashionable luggage.
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