Two days until the show opens. Please help me God. I can’t do this without you.
It is snowing outside. The ground has been made white and pure.
Nate turns 12-years-old in two days.
Mark complimented me on my work ethic today at Lunch, and he’s a professional theater director from Broadway. My journalism professor Steve, a professional from central Florida, said that I had a bigger grasp on the subject than any other student in the class. Those who have made it, tell me I too will make it.
But my tongue grows dry.
My skin turns red.
My legs and shoulders ache.
But I do this work. I enjoy it. It is my passion and duty.
I tell stories.
And I’ll tell stories until I die.
