There are two different types of pride: in what you do and what others do. Tonight, I saw the last show of the amateur production Oliver Twist in which my very own little sister played Nancy. And proud doesn’t describe it. I cried – that’s not something I do at film, TV or theatre, but there I was, tears trickling down my cheeks as Molly sang her last song of the show ‘As long as he loves me, reprise’. I’ve seen her perform before, at school music concerts and in a pantomime, but this was something else. Playing the leading lady in a world famous musical is a prestigious honour, and Molly, you rocked it. I’ve never really given much interest to this musical, never really came across it, never thought about watching it, but I’ve loved every second of it. I fell in love with the story and the characters and the music. Just everything.
Molly, just want to say that I’ve never felt prouder. I’ve never felt uncontrollable crying and emotion at a piece of fiction, but your voice and your performance are beautiful. I’m proud to be your big sister, your best friend and everything else in between. I knew you had it in you since you were little when we were making those really lame videos together; you always outshone me when we sung to the massive old camcorder in your bedroom. I am 100% sure that you’re going to go far and become a massive star on the stage (or screen, whatever fits you!) and I’ll be there every step of the way. Through your highs, your lows and all the bits in the middle, I’ll be there whether you like it or not. I’ll be really sad when you go off to uni and won’t be at home every time I go back, but you’ll get the most out of it you can ever imagine and I want you to live it to the fullest. Just remember, I’ll be in York or home waiting.
Proud, soppy and emotional, this is one 22 year old who has a star for a sister.
Brittany Lee 