Secret Garden closed tonight, and there are some moments that will stick in my brain for a nice, long while. The people will stick longer.
But this particular evening was a long one. After we changed out of our costumes for the last time, we began dismantling nearly every platform we (or they, rather) built. I personally picked up something like 300 screws off the floor. I stood on wood while other people took out screws. I mopped half the theater floor. What followed was a series of "secrets and surprises," which, due to their secret and surprising nature, cannot be shared here.
Now scroll down and check that time stamp. Roughly 4:30 a.m. I didn't dilly-dally. It's those darned secrets and surprises. They only work late, late, late at night when everyone should be sleeping.
I'm not sure I completely understand all that goes on in that building, but there's something different about it that I don't dislike. For the moment, my time there is done -- they don't have any musicals slated for the near future -- but something tells me I might still be spending some time there.
Pardon the vagueness and rambling. I need to process, but first, I think it's sleepytime.