The Theatre Phantasmagoria—Well Done, by Nicole Herbert

“‘𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘺, 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦.’ 𝘋𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺; 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺-𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺.
‘𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘑𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱𝘴𝘦𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥.’
𝘋𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘢 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘱.”