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All right, here's some pics. I'll have more eventually, when I get my website back, and the links from the photographer.
We're pretty sure we made back our expenses, which is an enourmous blessing. I don't have to regret doing this. I got to see my play tonight. I sat on the balcony with the tech guys and had headset communication to the stage so I could still help them out and see it from the audience's perspective. This is the first times in four months of rehearsal that I've seen my play. It was so beautiful. The kids did so good. They're easily as good as any other theatre I've ever been to. All these months of late night, high gas prices, Eddy's sickness, dropouts, irate parents, and overbearing superiors was more than made up for in those two hours on the balcony.
I'm going to kind of make an odd request, (since I have this thread here anyway.) This theatre has come so far since we started. No one expected us to outlive our first season, and this is our third. We're struggling, but we're succeeding. This is the first time we've performed in a theatre, rather than an old gymn, and our cast was bigger than anything we'd had before. And yet, it may be our last performance. And it seems to me, we've done so much good. We've changed the lives of dozens of children. We've taught them so much, and it seems a great tragedy to close up and go home the day after our greatest triumph. But we have no funding, no community support. Eddy told me tonight that we no longer have a rehearsal space. We have to deal with parents who seem to get progressively worse each season. Someone is spreading malicious rumours about my involvement. I might be going to college in the Fall, and I don't think Eddy has the will or the strength to do a season without me. So the odd request is, pray that the tide will turn somewhere. Every time we're successful new obstacles are thrown in our way. It's like a conspiracy to make us fail. Outwardly we're overcoming. Inwardly we're too tired to try to force our way through a fourth season. It just can't be that these three years have been for nothing. We're on the brink of success. How will we ever reach that if we just close our doors and go home?
Anyway, enough of that. Enjoy the pics, and there'll be more later. If anyone is really interested we are on Facebook somewhere. I don't have a link, since I'm not on Facebook but I think we're Glasgow Children's Theatre, and we've got a lot of pictures up there too. (At least, we're supposed to.)
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_________________ Floyd was frozen where he stood. He struggled to breathe, but the air smelled of blood and death and guilt. He tried to formulate a name, to ask, but language was meaningless, and words would not come. He tried to scream but the sound got stuck in his heart, shattered into a million pieces, and scattered to the wind.
In a world without superheroes, who will stand against the forces of evil?
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