Holy shit. Are we really closing a show?
So it's the first day in April and the last day of my play.
What a day it's been.
I'm emotional, weepy, excited, all like I've never experienced this before.
Except I have. About ten other times.
Closing a show will always be special to me.
Hanging up costumes, keeping my makeup on all night because it's the last time my face gets to be that exact character, sitting and just staring at the stage before I go on like I'm never going to see it again.
Because, I guess, I never will.
This show is a snapshot in time, a little but ever so impactful piece in my life.
I'll never step on this stage, at this moment, with these castmates, with this script again.
It's surreal, really.
So here we go.
One last time.
In the words of one of my favorite theatre professors, "extra acting".
And now I think I'll cry a bit.