It Brought Tears to My Mother's Eyes

In the moments before the performance I could not seem to catch my breath. I was worried for my actors. The entire time I was waiting in the booth, I couldn't help but wonder if they all remembered the props. But as problems arose, I troubleshooted and was able to think clearly and concisely for the most part. Once again, the technical aspect of the performance was what gave me trouble. The program for which the lights are were uncooperative and took quite a bit of time loading my cues. But once the performance started, everything was pretty much smooth sailing. There was a quiet that hung about the audience as they watched the entire thing, but I was pretty enraptured with just getting the lights going throughout the performance. In the end, I was completely satisfied with the results of my six weeks' worth of work. After the audience had cleared, Kim and I came down into the house to speak with an AP English class. The teacher posed a series of questions for the two of us, and through those questions I found a way to connect with the students on a deeper level. I felt that by giving a voice to the stimulus and place from where this all came from, they were better able to relate to what was happening on stage. The most rewarding part of this experience was coming home to my mom, who had watched the performance, and hearing her say that it brought tears to her eyes. And that was all I wanted, to reach someone in the audience.