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Dear Cast of The Liar, Words cannot express the degree to which I miss you already.
My dad drags me out of bed this morning and into the city. It was all right...though kinda windy and cold. Anyway, halfway back home, it finally sinks in that The Liar was my last show at the high school. Not like this is a major revelation or anything, because we all knew I wasn't auditioning for Drood, but AH, it just hit me. This probably isn't something especially characteristic of me, let alone something that I'd devote an entire LiveJournal entry to, but there isn't a better medium for saying this to everyone on Superbowl Sunday short of hijacking the Halftime Show. And I don't think that'd work either, what with the new five-second delay and all.
I couldn't hope for a better group of people to end high school theatre with. I thought I would say more, but I guess that's it.
Don't get me wrong. I'm as enthused about Scotland and Cradle as the next person, but this was really something else.
I don't know, guys. Words have failed me. I love you all so much.
My dad drags me out of bed this morning and into the city. It was all right...though kinda windy and cold. Anyway, halfway back home, it finally sinks in that The Liar was my last show at the high school. Not like this is a major revelation or anything, because we all knew I wasn't auditioning for Drood, but AH, it just hit me. This probably isn't something especially characteristic of me, let alone something that I'd devote an entire LiveJournal entry to, but there isn't a better medium for saying this to everyone on Superbowl Sunday short of hijacking the Halftime Show. And I don't think that'd work either, what with the new five-second delay and all.
I couldn't hope for a better group of people to end high school theatre with. I thought I would say more, but I guess that's it.
Don't get me wrong. I'm as enthused about Scotland and Cradle as the next person, but this was really something else.
I don't know, guys. Words have failed me. I love you all so much.