She was quiet, and I thought she might sing. . . she always sings, well unless she notices me watching in an obvious way. Today she didn't sing, but I could hear her whisper (yes whisper, I could barely here her the entire time) to people backstage (area behind the tree trunks), to fellow performers and such. . ."Turn the lights off." her little hand poked a spot on the wall behind the tree. "ok.". . . "spspsps. . .like that" "sorry. . .right" I saw her push the light again and then she danced again, for just a few moments then, "Let's make some space" "like that" She moved a chair walked around it then moved it again closer to the "tree". . . She ran along the row of benches to backstage and moved swiftly with pointed toes across them again towards me on my little perch. I mentioned, "It is almost time to go" she replied, "one more dance" She was looking like she was ready, for something, when I saw her gaze fix on something, someone beyond me in the book browsing area.
Then as sudden as a whirlwind, whips leaves into the air, the show was over. A boy, probably about 8 or 9 strode right up on the stage and sat, leaned back, put his feet up on the chair and simply settled in for a good read. . .Lila just looked at me then, and without a fuss, said in a non whisper "Let's go now." I was still so caught up in the show, I whispered, "Ok. lets get your coat on." She asked me, "Mom, why are you whispering?"