Getting ready for a show is stressful. There are several pieces that come together at the end during a normal year - blocking, props, costumes, set, lights, sound, and cast party. A pandemic show added sanitizing, distancing, filming, serving, and emotions of a different kind.
No one really knew what to expect on this "show" day.
It was a day I will never forget, mostly because of the joy and pride that gleamed on every single face throughout the day. The camaraderie was unlike any other year, and I know we will all miss our time together after school.
Today, it was a quiet remote Monday after the "show." My plan was to dismantle the stage and put things away.
I walked into the dark, empty auditorium and stopped. It was silent. There were no joyful voices. There were no bodies to remind to stay apart. I was alone.
I turned on the lights and stepped onto the stage; our enchanted bookshop was in a bit of a disarray.
I managed to pack up two boxes of books. I placed them on a cart, closed the prop room door, turned off the work lights, and left.
Apparently, I was not ready to dismantle the world we had all worked so hard to create.
I am participating in the Two Writing Teachers March Slice of Life Challenge.