By the end, he had given me a front-row seat at one of the great financial meltdowns in recent history.
Forrester saw the front-row blonde rise slowly and gracefully.
She always had a front-row seat at witch dances in Africa, and the thing had become a habit.
Settling themselves into their front-row seats, they fingered their programmes, and felt like Royalty.
The lucky ones in the front-row seats call back: “A hundred and eighteen drachmas.”
The Misses Forbes, invariably the first comers, had taken possession of front-row seats.
