Under the Ghost Light: Part 50

I stepped past the heavy velour wings straight onto the polished dark oak of the main stage, where a single amber ghost light stood sentinel in the center. The vast, empty hall stretched out before me in hushed velvet shadows. Resting against the weighted iron base of the lamp stand was an open, embossed gold program booklet from the evening. With my left hand resting gracefully on my hip, I lifted my silver microphone close and let loose a soft, sustained whistle note into the stillness. The cavernous auditorium cradled the vibration, sending a rich, honeyed echo rolling all the way up to the balcony tiers. Bathed in that solitary golden beam, the midnight quiet felt utterly magnificent. #Mariah #MariahCarey(Barbie) #Mattel #Barbie @cataww234