It was a knockout opening. The King Street Theatre opened last night after long rennovations and the assembled guests couldn't believe their eyes. I couldn't believe my eyes either. In the morning I had been there to help hang my paintings but when I left there were still carpenters and lighting people on ladders, a man laying carpets and mess everywhere. By 6pm the place had been miraculously transformed.
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Twelve noon on opening day |
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6pm on opening night |
When the guests arrived at 6:30 the show began. A pianist played, a singer sang, Sylvia performed a wonderful one-person piece about selling wine and the guests watched entranced.
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Gifted pianist and singer entertain |
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Sylvia performs |
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Guests are entranced |
About 10pm when most of the guests had gone, Mel sang a thank you song for Markus who sat with his arm around his daughter and tears in his eyes. The pianist read the notes from his ipod!
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Markus and daughter |
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Mel sings |
Then Maria and a friend sang
Summertime.
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Singing Summertime |
One of the guests said, "This is So New York!"
I thought "and so Berlin, and so special."