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The pillars....
I've never been inside the Fabulous Fox Theatre before. It's a marvel. Sumptuous velvet and lace and massive carnelian pillars dot the sides. There are alcoves and Hindu goddesses and what appear to be Roman friezes...
I could spend a week there and still not have seen it all. Of course, what I really wanted was for everyone to go the fuck away so I could gaze on.
Like someone's twisted dream of a mad bacchanalia come to life, the lobby has lions and tigers and plants and a painted ceiling that rivals the Sistine Chapel in pomposity.
Or maybe it's just the fevered ravings of an incoherent schoolgirl. I walked across that massive stage, amused to note the turning circle in front of it (orchestra pit, or magician's hideaway, one might wonder). And I received a very handsome-looking embossed case which I will most likely never use again.
They spelled my name wrong in the program book.
I shall go to bed soon as I must get up in... 6 hours. Pity. I think I could stand to think about the Fox.
And being graduated.
I could spend a week there and still not have seen it all. Of course, what I really wanted was for everyone to go the fuck away so I could gaze on.
Like someone's twisted dream of a mad bacchanalia come to life, the lobby has lions and tigers and plants and a painted ceiling that rivals the Sistine Chapel in pomposity.
Or maybe it's just the fevered ravings of an incoherent schoolgirl. I walked across that massive stage, amused to note the turning circle in front of it (orchestra pit, or magician's hideaway, one might wonder). And I received a very handsome-looking embossed case which I will most likely never use again.
They spelled my name wrong in the program book.
I shall go to bed soon as I must get up in... 6 hours. Pity. I think I could stand to think about the Fox.
And being graduated.
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