The Perfect Ending

A good friend of mine, fondly known by me alone as Kismet, likes to say that my life is like a movie. That in the end, no matter the problem, everything works out perfectly. I tend to laughing agree, but seriously thinking about it this morning I realized, at least in terms of certain events, it's so true.
Last night the cast party of the bet musical to ever grace the Hayes stage was held at my home. It was a wonderful closer to the utter insanity and deep happiness of my last ever high school production. The musical as I mentioned, turned out beautifully. The gorgeous Jayma truly became Dolly Levi touching the hearts of everyone who watched. My sister mentioned with a tone of disgust that during the final song of the final performance more than half the audience as in tears. I can't honestly say I've never seen that before in a high school production.
So then post musical we all pile into cars and head over to my house. My parents told me they had set up a food tent in the yard, but I was shocked when I saw the tent draped in glittery light. Our yard and driveway lined with candles in paper bags, a pair of new rose bushes graced the driveway. It was like a fairytale party. Not only was it beautiful it was a huge success, people seemed to thoroughly enjoy themselves and left sleepy, yet happy. The night ended with hugs and kisses and I stumbled up to bed crawling between the warm blankets and falling into the longest sleep I've had in memory and not waking till the afternoon. When I woke I heard the pitter patter of raindrops, the rain the had miraculously held off just long for my friends to enjoy a beautiful night under the stars (the freshman concluded earlier in the year I was magical and obviously was in control of the weather since it always seems to do what I wish. Which is weird, but actually true....) I showered and dressed and went out standing on my porch in the rain and looked out of the yard. The rain had washed away most signs of the party, and seemed to be symbolically washing the musical from my life. It was sad to be sure, but sad in very beautiful sort of perfect way. It couldn't and shouldn't have ended any better than that. Hello Dolly is over and a bug group was promised on stage later today. Despite the blood sweat and tears I don't regret getting into theater, not one ounce of me has any regrets. So now I sign off and say goodbye. For it is Monday morning, and time for life to begin again.

     I haven't written in ages and so decided it was time to update the world of my life's story. So much has happened since I last wrote, a film I made got into a film contest and was in the second place category. I was accepted to a traveling theater program called Up With People, I haven't decided if I will do it or not, but now that option is out there. Then most of all, the thing consuming my life is that I am in the second to last week of the musical as the head costume girl.
      Mostly things are going pretty good, from an overall standpoint I'm almost finished with my high school career, only a few more weeks. I'm doing decently in school (considering I am never home), and the musical itself is going really well. On a more micro level, I am struggling, as much as I so deeply want to move forward in my total life, not be stuck in this high school chapter any longer, I am going to miss so much. Hayes theater, the many, so many friends I have made, the little unique relationships I share with countless individuals around my school, lunch periods in the overly crowded cafeteria  but I shall stop now. That entry must be saved for later.
     One thing about musicals is that with each one I grow a little stronger, oh I have as many emotional breakdowns as the next teenage girl putting her mind and body through what you do during musical season, but when you come out of it all, alive and mostly healthy, you know after that anything is possible. That is a great feeling, akin to flying halfway across the world or traveling in India. The one downside of musical (besides the obvious ones people who don't do it will count off for you) is that one way you keep going in musicals is on a constant stream of complaints  Attention is a very powerful thing, and can almost singlehandedly keep one running strong, and there are points all it takes is a kind word to get you on your feet again, while this seems good the downside is when you come home away from the constant excitement and attention and are blasted into your alternative life where you aren't treated like a queen, and can act like one too... from my perspective at least. I suppose I'm completely writing the truth here, but the truth is a good thing, even if it makes me sounds like I have an ego bigger than  my head. Anyway more updates this weekend, or after the show is over. Good bye for now!