Castle on the Hill

It's currently too late, and I'm sitting outside on the steps behind Spruce Peak Performing Arts Center. The stars are out tonight, and there's a wisp of cloud framing the moon quite nicely. I quite love the sky.

Anyways.

I thought I didn't want to do this show again, and honestly, I don't. We're in a really nice theater, except backstage is small, so there's 35 dancers packed inside the tiny greenroom with just 2 dressing rooms.

The boys just get a bathroom to change in. There's a shower in there. It's weird.

We're basically living like family, to the point where a cast member asked me if stress pooping was a thing. 98% of this cast has seen me without a shirt on. I don't even really know some of these people!

Mia has decided to leave the emergency exit open, because the air conditioning can't keep up with 45 sweaty bodies. Tonight I sat outside in costume, and read M. Steifvater's The Scorpio Races. The sun was setting, and the clouds were at that point where they were bright pink and wispy. I have 7 dances where I don't have to do anything, so I sat with my book and the muffin I stole from the bake sale and read under the sky.

The high schoolers think it's "cute" that I read. Do high schoolers NOT READ?? WHAT THE HECK. Also, I'm a total sucker for abnormally short chapters in the middle of a clump of long ones. YES. PLEASE.

To be honest, tonight's show was full of problems, but I'm walking away knowing that I helped to solve at least 2 of them. Success?

Let's ignore the fact that one of our leads danced half a piece with her earring in her mouth, because she couldn't find anywhere else to store it. Seriously.

At the end, everyone started crying. This cast is such a mess. If there's one thing I hate, it's a large group of hysterical extroverts, so I sat outside and had a chat with the moon.

It's about 10:30, and I'm heading home to milk. I milked at 8:30 this morning, and the girls will probably be painfully full.

Speaking of goats, Shen died yesterday. Not going into details on this post, but it was the meningial worm. She died with Cedar and me by her side, although not very prettily. Seizure.

Expect some intense form of writing about that soon. Maybe.

So yeah, I'm tired and sad, but mostly just covered in hairspray and a thick layer of foundation. The VYD hair crew adores hairspray. I feel like I'm wearing a helmet.

Off to farm chores!

-Dj