The Stage

Well yesterday was the cast party and of course, Mandi and I were crying our eyes out. Mandi was crying through the whole thing, but it wasn't till the end of watching the tape when I started crying. We asked Mrs. Carlson if we could visit the stage and she let us. Kira and Christine tagged along (which we didn't like very much). On the way walking to the gym, Mrs. Carlson put her head back and opened up her arms, pretending to be lying down and said, "I love this stage. Nikki, I will never forget that." And I won't either. I can remember and I always will.

It was after our second performance and almost everybody had left the gym. I was on stage laying down with my arms spread out and looking at the lights. Keira, Lauren, and Britt were talking and Mrs. Carlson and Mr. B were talking to Mr. Shelt. As I stared at the lights longer, I felt tears spilling from the corners of my eyes, and Mrs. Carlson asked,"Are you okay?" and I responded,"I love this stage."

Damn, I'm crying just remembering it. People call Mandi and I babies for crying about it. They say it's stupid to cry that it's over and that there will be a new and better play next year, but there's so much more to it than that. There are so many ties with that stage and the play, now it's like those ties are coming undone. Usually, I feel ashamed crying in public, but I guess this is the one thing I feel comfortable crying about in public, no matter how weak and stupid people may think I am.

Over n out

Noir