In action how like an angel ….
Now I remember why I’m here.
I’m sitting in the front row of the theatre, stage right. My strap artists are finally out of the training room, and on the big winches. The best strap artist in the world has just tried his first flight in the new space, and is 40 feet over my head, 10 rows out into the house. I did that. My thumb on the dead man switch, my fingers on the joystick.
On stage leftt, the new girl is squeaking at the apex of every swing. My Alice, she didn’t stop buzzing for ten minutes after coming down.
My toys. My winches, my artists, my responsibility.And they fly like angels.
jai.
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