Goodbye?

Great advice.

The last show was yesterday.
It is over.
The sets are put back.
The props are up.
The crossroads taken apart and spilt forever between Megan and me.

The Crossroads

'Styx River' went to Megan and 'Damascus Road' came to me.
The cloths are washed, on their way to the dry cleaner, or in the case of the red skirt worn by the character Shax in the actress Alycia's closet.

And 'The Box' was destroyed by the very man who it tortured.

           

    The Red skirt and 'The Box'

It was wonderful.
The last show was so alive.

How I will miss these wonderful people.

The Bench and Bare feet.

The 'sweet sorrow' of it being over has not yet sunk in.
And the what could I have done better have yet to be banished in to the darkness of yesterday.
It was over before I could get tired of it.
That is just what I love about theatre.
That is just what makes theatre so hard.
However there is always another show around the corner.
But I will alway remember this show.
It is time to move on down the road.
So....