[ she smiles, projecting excitement but revealing nothing else: her motions are so large and theatrical, it's difficult to tell exuberance from performance, where one ends and the other begins. there could be no act; there could be no real mirth. she twirls and spreads her arms wide, a gesture meant to encompass a whole world of possibilities ]

A miracle is an act of heavenly power, that surpasses all limits and common sense. When you take your final bows to leave this stage, that will be your pay!