Chapter 6
No silliness tonight, tonight is not the time for such things. Within the last 72 hours, our drama group has completed and performed its two nights of shows. We didn't fuck anything up terribly, thus we had two solid, well-performed productions. Everything has passed so fluidly...too much so. I frown as I write this, because I know that by the time I finish, I will be going to bed, falling asleep, waking up tomorrow morning, and realizing the grim truth that all of our work, though fruitful, has come to a conclusion for another year. All of the stress, the worry, the grit and determination to make this thing a success has been well paid off...but now, sadly, it's all over.
More sorrowful still is the fact that our director, to be known always as Dr. Jules, is leaving my university to take on a position in B.C. Even though I, as well as the whole cast and crew, wish her all the best with her bright future, it still hurts to know that someone you've worked with for so long and shared so much with is parting ways with you.
Happier thoughts, though, as I look over to my bed, on which lies a beer mat, with a note of thanks and a signature on it. The afterparty. We and Jules shall part ways, but by damnit all, did we party it up in the end. A fitting formal farewell to a wonderful director and a wonderful person. What better setting than our beloved Gate. Good food, good drink, good friends. Money is not an issue. You can't buy memories, and memories are what we will all carry from this night into tomorrow and into the future, whatever it may hold for all of us.
Sad thoughts creep up slowly once again, but I won't give them a foothold. I'll not let them win the night, not after everything that had been shared during such a great evening of fellowship, of reminiscing and reflection on what we've accomplished, and what is in store for us. Memories of a promise made, a promise to be kept, sealed with a hug and smile between not just actor and director, nor student and professor, but between friends.
We -will- work together again.
More sorrowful still is the fact that our director, to be known always as Dr. Jules, is leaving my university to take on a position in B.C. Even though I, as well as the whole cast and crew, wish her all the best with her bright future, it still hurts to know that someone you've worked with for so long and shared so much with is parting ways with you.
Happier thoughts, though, as I look over to my bed, on which lies a beer mat, with a note of thanks and a signature on it. The afterparty. We and Jules shall part ways, but by damnit all, did we party it up in the end. A fitting formal farewell to a wonderful director and a wonderful person. What better setting than our beloved Gate. Good food, good drink, good friends. Money is not an issue. You can't buy memories, and memories are what we will all carry from this night into tomorrow and into the future, whatever it may hold for all of us.
Sad thoughts creep up slowly once again, but I won't give them a foothold. I'll not let them win the night, not after everything that had been shared during such a great evening of fellowship, of reminiscing and reflection on what we've accomplished, and what is in store for us. Memories of a promise made, a promise to be kept, sealed with a hug and smile between not just actor and director, nor student and professor, but between friends.
We -will- work together again.
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