My Hips Were Covered In Water...

Yes, the theater is in my blood.

It was only natural that I would gravitate there eventually. I had revolved around it for many years, placing a toe in the water now and then before quickly stepping back; it was much too cold for me still.

And yet, I kept on returning, the waves hitting me higher and higher up against my body. I knew once they hit my waist I'd be in and there'd be no going back. The water would start to warm, my body becoming accustom to the temperature. The sea air would engulf me, cleanse me. My mind would be clear, my soul would be free. Theater would be my obsession, my control, but it would also be my freedom, my escape.

As much as I knew this, I wondered if I'd ever reach it. For so long it had remained no more than a job, a connection, an opportunity, nothing more.

High school, like a gigantic wave climbing the shore, drowned the sandcastle of uncertainty, pulling it away, scattering the sand back into the vast sea of my life, and leaving no trace of what had been there before.

My hips were covered in water. I was in love.

Before anything else, it was the room itself which I had fallen in love with. And that was a good thing, because I spent more time in there than anywhere else, even my own room.

The room itself had at first appeared to be a vast space of nothingness, a black hole (the room was, indeed, all black in color), a bottomless pit, but the more time I spent in there, the more I realized how much the room actually had to offer. Contrary to my initial belief, it was a cluttered, crowded space (which continuously got smaller), that breathed nothing but life and produced nothing but talent from the people within it.
I loved that room, the community which resided within it, and now, the organization I belonged to. Theater was my life now.

Finally, I had a new sense of determination, a fuller heart of desire. It sounded insane. I had never thought I would say it, I never thought of myself as family business kind of girl. But there I was, wanting to follow in my father's footsteps, my new goal clear as day.

I will become the Production Stage Manager of the school show, and maybe someday, Broadway too.

If my Dad could do it, why couldn't I?