My happy place would be the theater. With the smell of perfume mixed with sweat in the air because of all the hard work. the feeling of the warm lights on your face the minute you walk on stage. the energy of the cast and audience feeding off each other. The girl with a fear of public speaking comes alive and gives her all with the family she never knew she had. How backstage something can go a million ways beyond how it was meant to and instead of being upset about it they talk about it over the cleanup and laugh as it was funny even though at the time it was not. The rush of adrenalin on opening night because everything that they had worked for has finally happened. All of the pain, sweat, tears, and drama over the months before the show was to be performed is sweat away from the minute the doors open on opening night. How on closing night sadness washes over the cast because all their hard work is over.
