maisy, are they working? yeah! i can see your microphone, and i can see that you are smiling and i can see the buttons on your shirt. take a look at the audience. yeah. they are waving! i can see there is a lady in the front with a red jacket and the guy next to her is wearing stripes. oh, my god, it is so amazing! applause. i didn‘t quite realise how many people were there and then i put them on and i could see everybody in the audience. it was a scary feeling, actually. something maisy felt especially robbed of through this traumatic experience was her ability to read herfavourite books. we have a copy of harry potter and the philosopher‘s stone here. do you think you would be able to read us the first few sentences if i hold the microphone up? 0k. can you see it? yes. she cries. i‘m sorry.