more sore feet.
more giggles backstage.
more surreptitious naps when I'm not otherwise occupied.
more love. more laughter. more life.
I love this. I really do. And I'm exhausted... so tired. But I have promises to keep/and miles to go before I sleep...
Why would i want to sleep, anyway, when living is so wonderful?
For the love of the theatre indeed. Isn't it wonderful how much we've fallen in love with something so magical that we happily suffer through long days and sore feet and disastrous rehearsals all for the love, all for the magic?
ReplyDeleteAnd you, my darling, do have that magic.