CHAPTER 29
THE BUILDING HAD an unused air to it that she remembered feeling at the start of each school term. The floors were polished to perfection in readiness to be scuffed into submission by hundreds of pairs of new shoes. Lyn stood by the entrance to the hall and waved to a now familiar silver-haired figure dressed impeccably in a dove grey three piece suit, white shirt, and dark grey tie, standing by the stage and talking to a rather overweight elderly lady holding a violin. On seeing her he made his way towards the entrance, a piece of paper in his hand.
“Hello Lyn! I have your ticket here.”
“Thanks. I must say I’ve never seen a production of ‘The Gondoliers”. Lyn took the ticket and smiled.
“Pick a seat. I can meet up with you at the interval, but I’ll be conducting the o
