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Suzanna
I am Suzanna. I am 13 years old. Here I am at the Royal Albert Hall with my brother and my parents.
It’s my first time here listening to my favourite composer Mozart. I cannot believe it, we are actually going to see him in person.
My brother Percy is right next to me boring me with his stupid sighs. He hates Mozart and music, thinks it’s a waste of time. But my parents are just as excited as me.
I’m not just excited about the performance, but about seeing someone who is here as well. James Cotton who I see at the church each Sunday. He’s on the lower aisle, but I can still see him. I cannot look at him too much otherwise Percy will suspect something. He’s dark haired and blue eyed and quite tall. He comes from a middle class family like myself, though Mother and Father don’t think much of his family. I think he’s wonderful.
At the interval, I tell Mother and Father that I’m going to the ladies. The first half was great, so peaceful. James and I kept glancing at each other and smiling.
While I am daydreaming, I bump into someone. It’s James! ‘Oh sorry,’ he stammered. ‘That’s all right,’ I replied. There was a painful pause, both of us too shy to speak. Then the music starts again and we both have to get back, giving each other an awkward smile. I could die with pleasure. |
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