The house lights dimmed and hundreds of excitable, chattering, squealing children fell silent. And the magic began.
On stage appeared a princess, albeit with a broom, who looked out over the audience and said “Hello there. I’m in my princess costume.” And the youngsters, especially those in their similar, fancy dress, were hooked.
This is not my first Dirty Dancing experience – I was lucky enough to be at the West End Premiere many years ago and I can honestly say, it hasn’t lost its charm (I actually believe it’s better than the original West End production) and is a wonderful tribute to the fantastic film we all know and love.
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