or when you watch it all fall apart, and it is still magnificent.
striking the set, putting props back in the minuscule back closet, and taking down the elaborate sound system filled our hours post-production.
the closet was a game of tetris, i swear.
and after, dinner with friends. sweet, sweet laughter that had taken place outside of the performing arts building for the first time in months.
and it didn't hurt to speak with them.
and it felt good.
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Smart Girl
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