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Natilie
I am Natilie. I am 13 years old. Wow, this is wonderful, I’m going to see a musical. I’ve been begging mother but she says she only spends money on useful things like household equipment.
It’s extraordinary really, so many people. The theatre is really beautiful. I’m happy I’ve got my lucky corset on and matching bonnet. Father paid a huge amount for it. It hasn’t got one single dent. I’m acting really posh so I can fit in.
It’s nearly starting, I’m shaking. My father knows Jack, he’s a musician. That’s why I’m really looking forward to it. He’s also very handsome. My mother’s with me too. She has heard Jack playing more than a dozen times. She says it’s very beautiful especially the way he plays the flute. He wears really rich clothes and has an outstanding voice.
Here comes Jack. Mother was right, he plays the flute so gently and wonderfully. Oh no, somebody just threw a lit match at the end of the curtain, there’s a huge flame. Jack has nowhere to go he’s trying to jump off the stage, but oh the flames are bigger. Everybody’s screaming or running, I can’t see Jack. This beautiful evening has ended in horror. |
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