3/15/2018 0 Comments Setting and Tone.The show started at 6:30. I have been at the school since 4:30. I haven't had dinner and I'm a little bit starving. We have been performing for probably close to two hours. The show has been amazing and while I can't see them from the top of the balcony with bright lights and haze in my face, I know the audience is absorbing every word that is coming out of our mouths. We have reached the final plot point of the show. Eva is going to die soon. We are surrounding the couch that Eva is laying on and we are supposed to be crying. I mean our sister, daughter, and nations spiritual leader is about to die. But we were all laughing and Eva is in bed sleeping. The lights are bright and the air around us smells musky from the fog machine. We all smell kind of bad from sweating so much. We are all exhausted from shows the previous two nights, but it was a relief to be all together on stage for the last time. Eva stands up, she has to talk to her "husband"about becoming vice president. I am once again supposed to be crying, he just told my sister she was going to die and that she had no future. I had to sit with my back to the audience because I couldn't help that I was grinning from ear to ear. Eve faints. I manage to look sad for another minute, but I turn around again, we are all still stifling giggles to look like crying. I looked down and saw an awesome crowd gather on stage. 100 students walked on stage from age 5-18 to looked up at us on the balcony together. I was supposed to be sad. I would never be on stage again with these people and I would never perform this part in a a show again. We were all exhausted, we were all hungry. I easily could have conjured up a negative emotion to cry like I needed to. But instead when the first chord of the second to last song was hit, I felt so proud. Kiera and I buried our heads into each other shoulders, both of us ere finally crying, but I wasn't sad. I was so incredibly proud. Eva was standing in front of us and she just looked stunning with the ghostly white lights shining on her, and looking into the crowd, I could tell everyone on the stage was listening to her words and taking them to heart. Her voice sounded so sweet yet so broken. I couldn't help but shed a tear. We finally did it, the hardest show in Garnet Valley history, and it was more than anything I could have ever asked for
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