Get Up, Stand Up, Dress Up For Tonight...
I feel pretty, oh so pretty, I feel pretty and witty and bright... - West Side Story
Bathe, shave, pluck and preen. My good clothes (chosen by the weaver, natch!) are laid out, even a tie. Vest is optional. Will called from the school- my dear Aunt Marlene has even sent flowers! Try to take a nap, but am too wound up. So I get up, put on my gladrags and stand in from of the mirror. "Yeah, he cleans up real nice now, dontcha know..." The opening awaits, it will be fun. There is one very special person that can't attend tonight, but even so, she will be there. And her voice will be heard loud and clear.
Ég gleymi þér aldrei.