And fortunately, only a week passed until I received word from the theatre company. Returning home from rehearsal for a late dinner (perfectly acceptable by
Then dinner. Cheap white wine? Sure, since all of a sudden it's a night for celebration. And then, it hit me. The end of April and my three performance days were not far off in the least. No, I had less than three months to do … what? Everything. How? I don’t know. Sobering thoughts tempered my euphoria, as would regularly occur over the next few days (and surely the coming weeks.) But I won’t be alone, and I take comfort in that fact. We founded a production team, including my uncle Tim, my aunt Mandy, and myself.
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T: “We have to invite everyone we know.”
M: “Oh yes, definitely.”
T: “This is going to be awesome.”
Me: Yes. There you have it. Awesome.
And though I don’t much like to admit it, surges of excitement carried me into sleep: I would be a playwright, I would have a
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