Lemonada

But you would walk through the back alleys of the theatre and down past these reels of costumes and these gigantic sets that...

And that, without the, well, it is a cliche, but the smell of the makeup and the, and the camaraderie and the eccentricity and

uniqueness of theatre people was just, was so seductive.

I couldn't believe that I got to do that.

And I got paid 20 quid a performance, you know, and which my parents would then sort of, you know,

invited all their friends to come see it.

And the tickets cost sort of 60 quits. So there was a massive loss-making experience for everyone.

But it was, no, that was the intoxication.

Welcome to Pod Crushed. We're hosts. I'm Penn.

I'm Nava. And I'm Sophie. And I think we would have been your middle school besties.

Writing letters of love upon a scratch, parchment paper scratching within ink quilt. No, is this not? This isn't resonating.

Scratching. That's perfect.

Welcome, welcome to Pod Crushed. I have a question just to kick us off. Why not? Are you resting or making me money?

Wait, who someone else said that? Are you resting? Or are you making me money? Or Sophie, how about you?

I've never heard this question, but I've also never rested.

Suspicious.

Although I can confirm.

Never rested.

Navas never rested.

It's been my birthday recently.

It's the best time of year.

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