The tingle of excitement radiated to my extremities.  This sensation was thrilling.  Opening night always had that effect on me.  Not everyone would understand the high it gave me.  Admittedly, a touch of apprehension was buried beneath the assurance that carried my frame.  This was reserved and kept only to myself of course.

The months in preparation converging to the crescendo of this moment, made special in the limelight of the guests’ fresh greetings and response. 

The resulting financial support was also of consequence.  Earnestly sought after especially in light of a competing quest for funding among galleries.  Most of us relying on the same population of enthusiasts with limited dollars allocated in support of the arts. 

Thus it was critical to have key events highlighting form that evoked enthusiastic reaction.  Thereby eliciting verbal commitments of support.  Not to mention encouraging the appearance of signed checks presented either discreetly or imprudently.

Everything was unfolding as planned and expected.  Other than a small accident resulting in a shattered wine glass – promptly attended to by the catering staff – the night was humming along with ease. 

The customary supporters were here along with a number of new faces.  That in itself was promising.  More importantly, people who meant the world to me were with me tonight.  By my side.

Glancing over at Kit, we exchanged a knowing look as she raised her glass in my direction, beckoning a gracious endorsement.  My remarkable sister. 

Of course Alice was here.  Although the reaction was laced with pride, much to her chagrin Dana was recognized and occupied with an extended conversation with a sports enthusiast.  She stood next to Shane whose eyes seemed muted in disinterest to whatever commentary our reporter was retelling or fabricating.  Carmen arrived with them but was currently unavailable to dissolve the focused attention directed at Shane.  I made a mental note to check on them as the evening progressed.

And yes Tina was in attendance with Helena.  Their timing was perfect having arrived within the elusive ‘not too early not too late’ time slot.  Handing them programs for the evening we exchanged pleasantries. 

Having scanned the room, Helena spotted a featured artist who held special interest.  “My mother will disown if not kill me if she finds out I was in the same room and didn’t try to acquire preferential treatment in advance of next month.”