You watch backstage as Elizabeth acts. You watch her say her lines that she’s been practicing in front of you as she wanders around the stage. You stare in awe.

And she has to do this for a couple more days.

Before her last show, she wraps herself around you and looks at you with a sweet gaze. The sweetest ever. “Gimme a good luck’s kiss for my last play. Then I’m all yours,” Elizabeth says cheekily.