<strong>A Début . </strong><br/><br/>The handsome cab pulled up at the home of the delightful young entertainer, this evening she was to be heading to the theatre for a rather exciting first night of a new play by someone that might prove to be a promising writer. Julia of course was aware that this was not male writer but indeed a female; however such things needed to be hidden if one were to make anything of oneself, if one wanted to be taken seriously.<br/><br/>'Tempest' felt a little shudder as she was escorted to the cab, as the light hit the huge horse its eyes seem to glisten red, it stamped its foot a little and whinnied, she also felt a chill from the driver as he spoke. “Don’t you worry m’am  Blossom she’s a good ‘ose… a goodun… she ain’t never been late.” The man was old and seemed a rather bent, yet his movement somehow seemed to be that of someone much younger, much healthier.<br/><br/>The journey to the small theatre was met with little trouble or inconvenience and occasionally Tempest was able to look out at the streets of London, even here in the West End the Smog was beginning to gather, as was the rather unpleasant scent from the Thames.<br/><br/>They stopped a little way from the theatre and the old cabbie tipped his hat saying he would wait for her. Through the thickening fog and the general muffled sound of people talking a young girl’s voice rang out with such a pure clarity.<br/><br/><em>“A tiskit a taskit <br/>What’s in my little basket?”</em><br/><br/>The shadow of a young girl and a tall gentleman could be seen making there way on the street. In the distance two dogs barked.<br/><br/>Though the moon was large this eve her face remained unseen.<br/>