![]() ![]() The red carpeting that covered the lobby floor was stained and worn, too, but I was sure it used to be spectacular. It was cracked and peeling, but I could easily imagine how beautiful it had been when it was new. ![]() It looked like something from the Arabian Nights with princes and genies, elephants and dancing girls. the lobby alone had more decorations than any place I’d ever seen on the wall behind the elephant, for example, was a huge mural about twenty feet high. But I could tell it had been really gorgeous when it was new. Actually, the whole theater looked kind of worn down. Most of the brass had been rubbed away-probably by kids like me patting it for luck. To tell you the truth, the elephant didn’t look all that lucky. I figured if I was going to survive this audition, I needed all the luck I could get. It’s something we did when I was a kid.” He walked over to the big brass elephant that stood at the side of the lobby and patted its trunk. But my dad usually makes fun of me when I tell him about them. ![]() Not because I don’t believe in doing things for luck. “Pat the elephant,” said my father as we walked through the doors of the Grand Theater. ![]()
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