Personal Narrative-The Carlisle Dinner Theater

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“You know somethin’, Gloria? This sweet ole cat and me has been together for fifteen years. We’ve lasted longer than most marriages,” (“Everybody Loves Opal”). The Carlisle Dinner Theater was radiating with laughter, the clapping of the audience's hands all in sink, and all different whistles filled the theater. As the bright red curtains closed, I walked off the stage and thought to myself, how on Earth was I so lucky to get where I am today? It was just like yesterday when I would run up to the Capitol Theater, in Steubenville, Ohio every weekend and stand at the stage entrance feeling enlightened and anxious waiting to see the stars, who just finished performing, scribble their names on a piece of paper I was holding. Sometimes if no

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