The curtain falls

So opening night. Five months of three rehearsals a day, balanced with the regulated 2-3 hours of homework and the problem of the ever distracting internet. This, coupled with long days spent repeating the same few sentences over and over again until they are branded into our minds is what makes up the life of your average school attending actor. And then, after five months of infernal struggles only understandable to the average adolescent, it all comes down to 2, maybe 3 nights. 2 nights where you let yourself go. All the fear that was felt, all the pain that happened in your life, all the insults thrown at you, all the jokes made: those all disappear. The butterflies in your stomach the day of eat up all these insecurities, the pounds of foundation and eye liner hid you fears and you are born anew.
The atmosphere backstage is filled with electricity. People buzzing about, adjusting an earring here, a strand of hair there. Suddenly, surrounded by all these wonderfully talented people, it's no longer just you, but it isnt a group either. It is a family, the cast of a show that may be done once, or 100 times. Either way, these people will never all be the same way in the same room ever again. They will never be in exactly the same mindset as they are right now. You will never share

*Edit* again, another unfinished post (for whatever reason) and another theatre one. I guess you see where my priorities are at! I honestly don't know what play this is for, but it always applies. And hey, the more posts the merrier!