I am counting to 3!

I take my children and other children to that little room at 113, every chance I get. A half painted, burnt orange room that was the size of my walk in closet.
Who is holding the spotlight mirror, when we made shows in the room, at night? Kick fights and tickle fights with the likes of the bunch of us, snuggled together like puppies, in that little room. You guys had another room but mom would sleep, because she was expecting and all night, we would do shows in the bedroom for eachother. OOOOOOONE! I am coming in there!Who is going to sing Bouncy, Bouncy Bally, tonight? TWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOO! I mean it, Jayne, yours is the only voice I am hearing in there! The inimitable and incomparable, Joanne. Where is the spotlight? Julia, put the spotlight on Jo's face and not on yourself. We can't see her. These, little people interactions and energetic bedtime rituals make me laugh when I am very homesick. Why can't you remember the words to "when the moon", Ju? How are you going to be famous, if you can't remember the words?
Who remembers how we learned the words in the first place?...The hours on the reel to reel, listening and writing down the words...