That's exactly why I moved to London. To be able to experience moments like this. To feel more alive than ever.
Atmosphere In Freemasons Hall tonight is electric. The buzzing crowd is slowly sipping champaign from the plastic glasses with lobster sandwiches on the side. Everybody is waiting for the time. The time.
The cast for each show is secret and you get to know who is reading today only when they are announced and coming on stage. The excited crowd is spending minutes before the shows guessing tonight's performers.
We were quite sceptical about our sitting places as I managed to grab tickets on second-hand market just a couple of days before the show and wasn't even sure if they would work on the entrance.
But I was speechless as we ended up two rows from the stage next to the stage entrance where all performers would walk in.
The venue is spectacular!
The crowd is buzzing calmly but all goes rapidly quiet when the light dimmed.
So here it starts.
The crowd holds its breath.
I hear myself screaming and applauding loud (who would ever thought?) hearing Jude Law`s name announced once he passes to the stage right next to me. Is this really happening? Somebody pinch me!
I am desperately trying to be aware of what's going on, trying to see, hear, feel and absorb as much as I can simultaneously. Emotions are overwhelming.
One performer after another bringing audience on the emotional rollercoaster, from laughter to sorrow, from grief to euphoria.
At the point when both Jude Law and Benedict Cumberbatch both past me and came to the stage to perform duet reading, I was in heaven. All I remember is continuously repeating "Oh my god, oh my god" in my head. I couldn't think straight anymore. It was too much for my poor brain, overkill.
This evening is so honest and emotional, almost intimate. Sometimes it feels like you are one to one with the person reading the letter.
Tears were rolling on my cheek during the last letter read by Hossein, Syrian refugee, asking to open hearts and borders for people in suffering. And crowd standing applause at the end says it all.
In emotional flow, I hug Jamie Byng, one of the Letters live organisers and thank him for this amazing show.
When we are walking out on the street, I collapse at my husband's shoulder, overwhelmed, as I realise that we had one of the best evenings in our lives.