Omg, it was wonderful. Our closing night was more than I could have hoped for. I’m so proud of our cast.
I’m so heart broken it’s over.
Omg, it was wonderful. Our closing night was more than I could have hoped for. I’m so proud of our cast.
I’m so heart broken it’s over.

Every production I was in, aside from one, I spent the next few months going, “Damn, I wish I’d thought of that!” or “Shit, I should have done this!”
I don’t want to do it this time.
I want to shed “Sara” for a night and truly be Benvolio.
“Doff thy name, and for that name, which is no part of thee, take all myself.”

So here we are, eraser-phrases echo through the air. Words hang unsaid.
(Unfortunate when you think of all the time we’re given)
Tomorrow will be torn between the potential and the probable. Lines will be remembered and forgotten. Time will be cherished and wasted….
But if we got it all done tomorrow then what would be the point of any more days?