Its come sooner than we thought it would. Our debutante, their swan song.
No more shall we just be the audience, watching on as they slog their heads off
backstage, no. We shall be taking over their roles as the directers, script
writers, costume designers and most of all, actors. On stage and off stage, we
run the show. No more advice, no more encouragement aswe strike out on our own.
We ARE on our own.Any set mishaps? Any forgotten lines? Well the show must go
on as it always has and always will. Panic shall be hidden behind the calm
facade of the actors, for they are afterall actors. We show the audience what
they want to see, while backstage we run ourselves into a frenzy as various
ideas are thrown out to ease the situation.As they take their final bow, we will remember their changes which have been assimilated into the theatre. And soon when time clouds the memories, only this changes will remain, immortalized in time. The roses are waiting to be delivered into their arms. Roses of thanks, faith and luck.
A whole new set of audience awaits us, with different tastes, different problems waiting to be solved, will we succeed in bringing them to their feet when our play finally ends like the others who have preceeded us? Only time will tell.
The cast of our play are varied. That willl be our strength and our greatest weakness. A vibrant and lively play may emerge from this chaos, or chaos may simply begetchaos. The choice is ours. Does the path choose the seeker, or the seeker, the path?
The time draws near, they are set to give the performance of their lives, we will rally around them, for they are most deserving of the respect they have earned in our little theatre group. We are family.