Imagine someone going to the Royal Opera House not to admire the theatre or the wonderful performances but to look for a sign of someone who once worked there. As if expecting her ghost to haunt the Grand Tier.
How absurd and how much worse if the person they were searching for hadn’t been there for about fifteen years and is still very much alive
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The house had changed been completely modernised most if not all of the old staff gone and a great deal of the old character gone with them.
Imagine someone telling you they’d been to the Opera House as though expecting a response of what, chagrin, jealousy?
She loved her years at the Opera House. Her friends, the atmosphere, Covent Garden and Soho within easy walking distance, but she loved going home too…
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