the glitter scene



I’m an introvert. (See photo number one!) And the other night, at a party, I was unexpectedly put not only on the spot, but in the spotlight as I was asked to stand up and give a speech. The horror, the horror!

Obviously, I had a choice. I could simply have refused (as every cell in my body was begging me to do!) After all, it’s easy to say no: all it takes is a side-to-side movement of your head (except, of course, in cultures where that movement means yes!) No big deal.

I, however, decided to stand up and step up to the glitter scene. I learned that word from The American Girl, a novel by the Finnish author Monika Fagerholm. She uses it to describe those moments in life when we have to set aside our private selves and put up a show.

In that novel it first happens when a husband shows his wife their new house which he, unbeknownst to her, has built as an exact replica of a house she fell in love with during their skiing trip to the Alps. To her horror, however, she doesn’t like the house at all. Without the mountain setting it simply doesn’t look right, but her husband built the house for her because he loves her and wanted to make her dream come true. So she puts on a radiant smile. She is now on the glitter scene of her life.

And so was I the other night. (See photo number two!) In a flash I remembered that I had a poem in my purse, a poem I had sent into a poetry competition. The poem had nothing to do with the party’s theme, but no matter. (There’s always room for poetry, right?)

I put on my glitter scene voice and read it out loud. Then half-collapsed back into my chair. And probably emptied my wine glass in one big gulp. I think I’m still shaking a little. But when I was on the glitter scene I was a diva! 😜

(Diva, by the way, is another one of Monika Fagerholm’s novels..)

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