Opening night starts the happy ending of an epic story in which the heroes come together for this adventure – the play – and grow and bond and laugh and love in putting on the show.
It's been a lifetime since cast-list heartbreak for Cowboy Number 3, since she finally got the lead, and he realized he had to dance (what?!).
Months of rehearsal, of trying to get off script, of forgetting the steps, of giggling when he stands too close during the song. All else but the play fades to black.
Then, the curtain rises. In the spotlight, he remembers the line he kept skipping. She nails the high notes and the low. Two-left-feet finds her groove. He pauses long enough to hear us laugh at his joke, and stands taller.
The mikes go out, a costume rips, someone actually breaks his leg, and Cowboy Number 3 saves them all from Murphy's Law.
The show goes on.
When we cheer at story's end, standing ovation, the players hold hands, loving this unexpected temporary family. Seniors wipe tears, because this is their last time on this stage. Drama kids cease to act, overwhelmed by relief, joy, sorrow that tomorrow they return to being who they were before the play, but grown because of it.
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