Cinderella

Tonight’s show was Rossini’s Cinderella. As always the music was lovely and the singing was delightful. Kamahl was in the audience this evening. He was big here in the seventies, I think. I wouldn’t have known the man if he fell on my lap. Ita Buttrose was in too, so she has renewed her first nights subscription just like us. Ita passes me on the steps each night we’re in the Hall. She has no recollection that we’ve met and no idea of who I am. It’s odd to be so forgettable at times, invisible almost. I think it has something to do with the wheelchair. It could simply be, however, that I’m forgerttable.