A teenage girl sat in the crowded theatre watching a play unfold about the story of Ruth and Boaz.
She gasped in wonder as an angel soared just beneath the ceiling, as actors in exotic Biblical costumes poured out their emotion in song and fell to their knees. She did not dare to look away for an instant although she knew the storyline by heart. She cried when the story grew mournful and clapped when it ended well.
Her name was Millie, she was seventeen and she was not supposed to be here. The bishop in her Amish community would have never allowed it. Neither would her parents.
When she stepped out into the sunlight, she felt like she had changed within an hour. She wanted to work in this theatre someday. She was absolutely certain.