I feel so empty. The musical is over. The set has been striked. I won’t get to see Joanne, John, Annabel, Ricky, Bern, and Patrick every day after school. It was just so depressing to see our fabulous, pink and purple set in its full splendor at 10:30, then a completely empty auditorium two short hours later. Never again will I wear those two silly 60’s-style dresses or that slinky Paris Original dress or those cat-tails in eye makeup. I won’t wear those lensless blue glasses, or a French twist with more than 32 hairpins at once, or that evil green pillbox hat that would fall off in “Been A Long Day” unless I welded it to my head with 8 more hairpins.

Life is going back to normal.

It first really sunk in after Scene 3, when I’m supposed to take the nail polish I used that scene and put it back on the props table for the next evening. Then I realized that there wouldn’t be another show. That’s when everything started sinking in: all these songs I won’t perform again; all these lines I won’t deliver again. Never again will I suggest in front of my father that I’m a nymphomaniac. I won’t lead Coffee Break or Been a Long Day or Cinderella Darling. I just had to stand and watch Haley perform as Smitty, bothered even more about how I dislike the way she delivers her lines and the way she characterizes Smitty. I love Haley to death, but I just really dislike her interpretation of Smitty.

I feel so tired.

Last night, I slept for 11 hours. That hasn’t happened in months. Usually, I naturally wake up before 9, but I woke up this morning at 1:30. I’m glad my parents are out of town and I have the house to myself. I would hate to have to get anything done right now. Plus, my knee still bothers me whenever I move my leg. I hope there’s nothing wrong with it.

Ugh, I can’t write any more. ::goes off to sulk::