I wrote this over two weeks ago, the day after my show for the Fringe Festival closed. I was in the middle of something and didn’t have time to finish my thoughts. However, I felt it was important to mark the feelings I had after the show was over, if not for my own memories than to share it with the friends I made during the show and all those that showed up to support us.

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(July 27, 2013)

Last night’s show was like going to a party and then just putting on a play in the middle of it. The cast had so much energy and everybody was on fire. It was easily our best show, and it’s a shame that we chose to record a different night.

I realized this morning that I would not be having any more rehearsals for anymore shows: that this group of people would not be gathering as a troupe to perform again. And for a brief moment, I felt physical loss. A phantom pain.

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