what-even-is-thiss:

Once you catch the theatre bug it doesn’t let you go.

You long for tiptoeing around in the dark. Laughing in dressing rooms and being blinded by lights that hide the audience from your sight.

Once you get a taste it doesn’t let you go.

Sitting in the booth, reaching over and adding more blue light, being constrained to your headset and whispering what happened to the spotlight.

Once you try it it can’t leave your mind.

Running your hands down, guiding the plywood into the shape it needs to be. Painting chairs that tapshoes will abuse for ten nights a week.

Once she has you she doesn’t let go.

You stay up late nights going over that one line wondering what it means and trying a million different ways to say it.

Once you’ve given yourself it always has part of you.

You haven’t touched a script in months. Haven’t built anything. Haven’t sewn an actor into a suit. And you feel so empty.

Once you leave the theatre you always want to come back.