Everyone Deserves the Chance to Fly

Sigh.

It's 2 o'clock in the morning (thank you daylight savings time) and I am officially done with theater in high school.
I sound very melancholy. I am a little bit. After Dorothy melted me, it dawned on me that this was it. No more witch. No more green. No more flying. I quietly sobbed behind my cauldron until the curtain closed and I didn't have to hide anymore. Thank god there were people there to fix my make-up before curtain-call. Theater is my greatest love. I have not had the greatest experiences with it these last four years, but no matter what, I always end a show feeling sore, exhausted, and supremely happy.


"The Wizard of Oz" has made me so happy. I never dreaded practice; in fact, I constantly looked forward to it. Everyone in the show worked so hard to make it a great experience. The cast was brilliant. I love all of you dearly. I thank the directors from the bottom of my heart for giving the seniors a production that they could be proud of. Most of all, I am proud of the entire student body and community for embracing not just the musical, but all of the fine arts programs that our school has going.

In Wicked, Elphaba says, "Everyone deserves the chance to fly." and now, I've had my chance. I have soared on the high of performing to the best of my ablilty. I am hoarse from yelling, and sore from standing in strange positions (it's a witch thing), but I am supremely happy. I am realizing that this is not the end of theater for me. It is only the beginning.

Goodnight folks.