Yesterday, we closed A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Immediately after the show, we had about ten minutes to see friends and family and thank them for coming, and then we went into strike.

 

Striking a show is, for me at least, full of emotions. There’s the relief that the show is over and I finally have some free time again. There’s the pride in the work we have done, which has been present since opening night. And there’s the sadness that it’s over.

 

I’m not ashamed to admit that I had tears in my eyes during the closing monologue of this show every night. We created a beautiful piece of art. And after four nights, it’s gone.

 

The stage is clear. The props and costumes are put away. The green room is clean. The lights have been stripped of their gels and the piles of platforms are back where they belong.

 

I spent most of strike putting away props and making sure that the props storage room was clean. The gramophone that I built for this show is safely tucked away, waiting until January when I’ll go retrieve it, dust it off, and take it to KCACTF to present.

 

After strike, when we were all sitting upstairs eating pizza, it really hit me that this show is over. I don’t have a rehearsal to attend every night, line notes to take, or props to track. I actually have evenings again, which means there’s time to do homework and sleep and run. And all of that is wonderful. I’m excited to be able to go to sleep before one in the morning and to not need six cups of coffee to make it through the day.

 

At the same time, a piece of my heart will forever be with this cast, this crew, and this show. We put on a good show, and I’m proud to have been a part of it.

 

Now, when can we start working on the next show?