I mean, I guess in the back of my brain for some reason I figured that because I no longer go to East High that there wouldn’t be a spring musical. Not like in a conceited “I was placed on this earth to perform because I’m better than everyone” kind of way. Not at all. It’s just so weird realizing that I wasn’t laying backstage doing my homework, or covered in paint at paintapalooza, or crying in my little cubby in the green room. It’s just weird. WEIRD WEIRD WEIRD. Weird that something that had consumed my life since 8th grade is gone. And I’m fine. And most days I forget I miss it. Weird that I’ll be watching my stage on Friday night instead of standing on it. And the show will be fantastic and no one in the audience will even know that I’m supposed to be up there too.

i want to cry.

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