Last night, the performance happened.
And all the buildup exploded into this electric, unforgettable moment.
That everyone would talk about.
Now, I’m dreading the call that’s supposed to come tomorrow.
A meeting with the director about our roles in the production moving forward.
Possibly about who’s responsible if things spill over into public drama.
Or internal fallout.
I’m trying not to think about it, but I can’t shake the feeling.
That this moment, the daring display onstage, has shifted something fragile and complicated.
And that the storm might just be starting.
