Stepping out onto the stage, I was full of nerves. But as a performer by trade, it wasn’t the waiting audience making me nervous.
Standing just across the stage from me was my date.
Well, he was going to be my date. Reece, 30, and I had been talking over text for the last eight months while he worked on a cruise ship.
Our first date was penciled in for the next day but as luck would have it, we had been booked to sing the same show.
Earlier that day, we had been to see the costume lady.
Having to strip down to our pants for the fitting, we could see
