Last Nutcracker

Tonight was my last Nutcracker at my studio for my high school career. It's very sad. I almost cried before I went on stage but I saved myself. The tears didn't flow until the curtain was shut. Let me tell you, it was very difficult to keep the tears back until the curtains closed. I will really miss Nutcracker; it'll always be apart of me. Lynn says she wants me to come back and help in two years, and I'd love to but I'll probably be away at collage. I'll make time...I guess. My instructor, Elizabeth, said that I am definitely welcome back to be a guest performer, which made me feel good inside. It's an empty feeling knowing that you won't be doing Nutcracker your senior year even though you've done it since you were three. But what can you do? This production was prbably the best one I have been apart of. I am grateful to all of the teachers for giving me the opportunity to dance Snow Queen and to all of the dancers for putting up with my yelling/telling them what to do/etc. I really don't know what I'm going to do with myself now that Nutcracker's over, besides move on. Next year, the people in my dressing room think that we should do...........The Nutctracker, but I know for sure that we won't be. So instead, a group of us at Red Robins decided we should do Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty. Can we say "If we can't do Nutcracker we want to do another ballet!" Oh well, I guess it's going to be some Broadway something or other, like Annie was. My concern is that dancers usually don't sing as well as they dance so if it's another singing/dancing thing or the adults get all the leads like in Annie, I don't know if I'll do it. Yes it sounds rude/mean/not like me/whatever, but nothing will ever be able to take the place of Nutcracker. It is my joy in life. Next Christmas will seem empty. But oh well. I am blessed to have been able to be the parts I was and do the things I did. Lynn even let me light the tree tonight during party scene. I won't ever forget this production. It was the best one yet. Now let the waiting for the tapes begin.