On my second time in N.Y. I just had to see cats again. My father and
mother said that they had seen it with me last year and they wouldn’t 
like to see it again. Tough as I said - I had to see it again! So I 
went by myself. At the end, when II got out and wanted to go back to 
the hotel I saw some children neat a door which was (as you might 
have thought) the back stage door. So I waited there to get some 
photos of them. Anyway, I saw some one which I thought I recognize. I 
asked her if she’s the one I thought she is and she said yes but she 
had to go, but the man next to her asked me if I sat one the first 
row (which I did) and he actually recognized me!!! We talked for 
about two hours in the street and then he had to go to eat before the 
next show so he said if I could be back in ½ of an hour and then he 
would give me - A BACK STAGE TOUR. I said YES!!! And so I didn’t know 
what to do with myself so I waited the whole time next to that door.  
Any way he was really nice (his name is Billy Johunston if you write 
it that way) and that’s where this story ends… I wrote him a letter, 
but I never sent it… I didn’t want to destroy what was one of the 
best things that happened to me. 

Amit