The overwhelming smell of hairspray is unable mask the nervousness of the actors. There they sit in the middle of the black box, waiting for their turn on stage, performing for a prestige group of people, Cameras start clicking away, voices get more animated as they distract themselves from their fate. As “doomsday” gets more and more closers, their heartbeat get louder and louder, so loud that I can hear from the black box while they are at backstage.

BUT YET I WAS CALM. Cause I know that they will not let the seniors down and put up a supercalifragilisticexpialidocious performance, wowing the crowd. Focused until the last beat.

I AM RIGHT.

SPEECH DAY WAS AWESOME.

With love, darrick.