I found myself on the stage...

There’s a chilly energy running through the theater. That particular smell of Autumn is sneaking in through the doors that open and close while excited players jitter about before our first run-through. Sitting backstage at the freshly opened Bartholomew Performing Arts Center, the notes from the baby grand echo through the artificial darkness of a black stage.
What a beautiful thing to be a part of! And the beauty of it all is that it comes, and it goes, and then it comes again. The art of theater mirrors life perfectly. Each show brings new excitement and challenges. Every player discovers themselves more as the show progresses. And eventually, the show comes to an end, the art complete, and is put away in a room somewhere, only to be discovered in a new form later.

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