Across a dim stage, out of the (hypoallergenic) mist, a crystal-clear voice rings out, singing the old Scottish tune “Will ye go to Flanders.†The voice takes shape in a young soldier, flanked on either side by a small chorus…
Across a dim stage, out of the (hypoallergenic) mist, a crystal-clear voice rings out, singing the old Scottish tune “Will ye go to Flanders.†The voice takes shape in a young soldier, flanked on either side by a small chorus…