Blues not

Shanghai Blues.

Esplanade blues.

It was a night of

bad acting, bad dancing, and weak singing.

I was grateful for Emma Yong.

I had good company,

so it makes the entire night better.

On our way out of the theatre,

I saw 鸣鹊姐.

I called out to her,

and was pleasantly surprised,

that she remembered me.

It always warms my heart,

to see familiar faces from that memorable past.