secret garden.

the stress has been fairly consistant to say the least.

and tonight, i sat back during the final dress and took pictures.

kyle’s first number gave me goosebumps, sara’s voice gave me goosebumps… and at the end, after the roses lit up, when drew entered, I cried.  

and it felt so good… i realized that i had been through the show 4 or 5 times in the past week, and yet i had missed the ending of the show every time…

…so when that extra part was suddenly added on… it heighten everything, and i was suddenly in tears and choked up… sitting there alone in the 6th row… i kind of just let it go…

i’m shocked nobody at the tech table noticed my eyes after the show was over… they must have looked horrible.

but yet it felt so good…

…and crying for a show definetely means i had teh connection to it… which i seeme dto lack for Jackson. 

i guess i really only connect to musicals.

and now, as i’m still here, emotionally drained, i watch swan lake.. cuz i know the boy swans will help me to continue to release my energy.

tomorrow i’m in the csotume shop From 9am to 5pm… 8 hours straight.  I will have my discman and will be dressed in the secret garden ghost color schenme… yes.. dressed up, with hair even done to some extent.

and i’ll probably cry my eyes out during the day… mainly at 12:30 when my AME’s are finished the work that i should at least be there for.

fuck you costume department.

d.