Today we are still plain. To be exact, we are well-framed, but we are not on the stage yet. Stacked at the corner, people might mistake us for unwanted trash in the storage.
The young man from the mover's will help us put on bullet-proof coats. We are going on a long-distance trip to get to our stage. He'll take care of us with all the tenderness.
And tomorrow, we'll shine like the sun...