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Happily Ever After

IT is hard to know what to say about a theatrical performance which you remain unaware about until after it has finished.

I sat through the entire performance, saw many things happening, but thought it was all preparations for the main event, and not actually the show itself.
 

Happily Ever After? I assumed was going to challenge the concepts and values of fairytales, or bring them to life, or add a modern twist, or something; anything.
 

A girl came round with a survey, which I thought was to help give them themes to improvise with.

Glass slipper

She asked questions like, “What is most likely to happen to you? You lose a glass slipper, fall asleep for a hundred years or eat a poisoned apple by mistake?”

It was certainly the strangest survey I had ever taken part in.
 

They wrote things on the floor in chalk. Apparently there was a Mad Hatters Tea Party; I heard balloons pop. With the help of some children they created a magical garden.
 

Under the shining sun this was a pleasant afternoon. It was, it turned out, more like a children’s workshop than the contemporary theatre described in the programme, which is nice, just not what I was expecting. So, it passed me by with little impact.
 

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