Michal from the scenery group is dashing up the hallway. I blink. She’s… wait, she’s crying?
Idon’t get to speak to Ima before production in the end.
The mornings are a rush, the days are full, and I get home late and exhausted.
After it’s over, I promise myself, I’ll finally get to call home.
The final dress rehearsal is on a Sunday; we’re performing to an audience of elementary and high school girls from other schools. We have our full costumes, but not hair or makeup; Faiga and I decide to do our hair in tight braids to try for a sisterly-ish look.
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