Where am I ?

Get ready guy's, break a leg

Clean your walls' and paint your stems' red,
The Old Vic was the theatre I always loved best.

With it's little sister on the corner,
The little-Vic was me and Emms' bit of bliss,
With creeping' in and creepings' out,
Lots' of free ticket shouts'.

Kota-kinta,
And Jessy-James',
Always' put Billy the kid in the frame.

With brother hair,
As a neighbour,
He made sure,
I did savour,
In my work,
To call you all out,
Theatre ticket shouts,
Though being the twins', there is a catch,
You have to come back,
What is the catch you might say,
You have to pay-up the next day ?.