This weekend’ll most likely be the last theatre performance I will ever do. Theatre has been the better part of my high school years.
I’m no athlete and I’m no genius.
So I fueled nearly all of my extracurricular time in our theatre department. I’ve been apart of 7 productions, 1 being on Running Crew (Singin’ in the Rain), 5 of which as an Assistant Stage Manager (Taming of the Shrew, Annie, 12 Angry Jurors, Les Miserable), and the last two as Stage Manager of the whole production (Charlotte’s Web, and Grease). All of which I’m extremely proud of. My final production, Grease, opens tomorrow after several months of work. 141 sound cues. 17 spot cues. 117 light cues. 9 scene changes.
It’s a bitter sweet. And I cannot thank those who have been apart enough for all they’ve done for me.
In total, I’ve clocked in just under 2000 hours of time for my theatre department.
And I’m going to miss all of that time desperately.
How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes I struggle to find any truth in your lies And now my heart stumbles on things I don’t know This weakness I feel I must finally show
Lend me your hand and we’ll conquer them all But lend me your heart and I’ll just let you fall Lend me your eyes I can change what you see But your soul you must keep, totally free Har har, har har, har har, har har
“I feel like men are more romantic than women. When we get married we marry, like, one girl, ‘cause we’re resistant the whole way until we meet one girl and we think I’d be an idiot if I didn’t marry this girl she’s so great. But it seems like girls get to a place where they just kinda pick the best option… ‘Oh he’s got a good job.’ I mean they spend their whole life looking for Prince Charming and then they marry the guy who’s got a good job and is gonna stick around.”—Dean, Blue Valentine (Written by Derek Cianfrance)