SEARS

SEARS...self explanatory

The rehearshal of the play, stumbling through lines, laughing it off.

The read throughs and blocking, work without end, life itself. 

The knowledge of travel, long rides with friends, school missed for school.

The morning anicipation, the sweaty palms, the nervous chatter.

The tech rehearshal, setting everything, must be perfect.

The play itself, over and done, complete with a swearing teacher.

The congrats, from all peers, including teacher who swore with glee.

The awards ceremony, waiting for the punch, deathly quiet in the air.

The calling of your play to go on, screams of joy fill the air, a feeling like no other.

 

SEARS