He looks over anxious. He’s a happy opera singer. He looks like he is singing. He is late for his wedding singing out “Hey wait for me.” He could be in jail. It’s the back door of the opera house in the car park. He has a ticket in his hand and his keys. He’s late for the show. We’d hear panting and “Ooh Ooh. Hold the lift, wait for me. Help, Help, Help.” It’s at night in the evening. His name is Oscar. He is feeling anxious because he wants to be on time. He looks stressed out, his face looks stressed, all the cares in the world. He was singing before this, at a rehearsal. He’s an opera singer. The two Judiths agree. People were thinking “Why are you leaving this to the last minute?” He was held up in traffic or the public transport was late. It’s always late. People in the queue or backstage were watching.
Oscar arrives at his destination and the music strikes up. He begins to sing and it is “happily every after.“
This story was created by Judith, Judith, Mary, Marcia, Valerie, Nolene and Arnold at Calvary Rehabilitation Unit on 30th June 2014.