I gave myself the once-over in my dressing room mirror. I was out of my Maria costume, sadly hanging it up on the rail for the last time. It was an immense relief that my stage make-up was off. My hair cascaded naturally around my shoulders after pinning it up in a wig for over two hours. My jeans and a colourful tank top added to my casual dress, which was quite an irregular occurrence for me.
I grabbed my big bag from beside me and placed it on my shoulder. When I got to the door, I stopped walking. I turned back and looked around my dressing room for the last time. It was a bittersweet moment. I sighed and shook my head as I opened the door and exited the room.
It shouldn’t take me long to get into the auditorium. But because everyone was congratulating and consoling each other, it to
