full heart

Last week was an utter whirlwind, and I'm just now breathing again.

Another tech week has come and gone. It's the most bittersweet feeling on the planet. It was an exhausting week. But oh, it was worth it. 

This show was a special one. It had a really big place in my heart. I can't say that I'm glad it's gone. The music plays on repeat in my head, as the memories whirl through.

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Loading in. Coffee. So much foam. So many toppers. The screaming of drills. Running back and forth. Wiping counters. Labeling bins. Running for lunch. Old hardware stores. The calm before the storm. Waiting. Feet pounding on the concrete. Laughter. So many kids. Bright lights. Ladders moving back and forth. Sunset. What will this week bring?

Valentine's Day. Makeup. Wing that liner. Silver silver silver. Hairspray hanging in the air. Finishing early. How did that happen? Didn't last long. Running the scene. Run it run it run it. Behind again. Keep going. Keep working. Forgot lunch. No time. Exhausted. Finally going home. Glitter pouring out of a card. Happy.

Dress rehearsal. Craziness downstairs. Life is a blur. Run it run it run it. Keep going. Keep pushing. Move the flats. Splinters piercing our skin. Matching shirts. Coordinating dance moves. Inside jokes. What even is going on? No one knows. Keep going. 

Chaos. Fevers. People dropping like flies. Stress. Paint dripping. Oh, the irony. Praying praying praying. Run it again. Laughter fixes everything. The ripping of tape. Give up and keep going. Push through, love. It'll be alright. 

Show day show day show day. Adrenaline courses through our veins. We made it. Joy. Jesus. Chick-fil-a. Laughing in booths. Ugly snapchats. Have to find makeup glue. Walmart runs. Crazy laughter. This family. Adventures. Sketchy makeup shops. Blaring soundtracks. Screaming at the top of our lungs. Sonic. Milkshakes. Stretchhhhhhh. Pouring glitter on each other. {We're fairies now.}  Dancing through the dressing room. Uncontainable joy. Another show. Keep going. Keep pushing. People we love. Relief. Waiting in the parking lot, sitting on the curb and laughing into the night. Staring up at the stars. This is the life. 

Last show. Can't cry yet. Sleeping in. Picking up more glitter. We'd used it all. Missing people. One last prelude. Hiding the whale. Blink. It's over. Applause. Cheers. Losing my voice. Warmth. The smell of roses. Surging people. Glitter bombing. Load out. Hurry hurry. Scraping of wood. Running through the night. Crisp air. Ihop again? Tired. How is it over already? Time to go home. But my heart's still at the theater.

I miss these memories already, but oh, am I thankful for this week. ♥