Waiting
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Waiting outside the room, Toby and Hannah beside us, an open door before us, a few faces smiling at us through it.
It wasn’t meant to be like this; we weren’t supposed to see the audience before the curtain went up.
My heart’s pounding, and my heads swimming, and my legs are turning to jelly, and I need to pee (although I’ve gone 20 times in the past hour), and Oh, Dear God, I don’t know if I can actually walk, I’m so scared.
And I can hear the registrar introducing us.
A silence, then ‘Lights? Cameras? Guest-list? Just do your best, sweetie’. The room erupts in laughter, and his hand reaches for mine, finds it, squeezes.
I look into his face, smile.
We can do this. We can.
We step through the door, and into the light and into the joy…