A slim brown-haired fellow sneaks his head around the door and then ventures into the room, a little bashfully at first.
He’s quieter than you’d expect, polite to a fault, and he’s dressed down in skinnies and trainers.
You nod at him automatically because you’ve met him before.
Well, we all have.
He’s the everyman. He’s the boy next door. The type that mothers adore and eagerly proffer to their daughters.
And here he is now, checking in with the motherly (and fatherly) types in the audience, asking them how they are.
Promising the crowd that we won’t have to wait long until the show begins.
He has the brightest, brightest blue eyes.
He is bursting at the seams with positivity.
He is Sam Thompson.