Page 19 of Finding Finn (Foggy Basin Season 2)

Finn

“ A lright, everyone. Hands in. I want you all to have a wonderful opening night. I am so proud of what you’ve done and the work that we’ve created, but now it’s time to let the audience in. On three. Ready?”

Everyone put their hand in a giant pile.

“One… Two… Three!” We all said together, and our hands flew in the air.

I made my way out of the greenroom and into the back of the booth. The last audience members were rushing through the lobby to take their seats.

“Are they ready?”

“I think so. God, I’m so nervous. I really hope that Brittany hits her mark for the Tomorrow spotlight.”

“I hope the dog doesn’t try to jump into the audience.”

“Well, that’s the thing about live theatre. You never know.”

“I love you, Finn.”

“I love you, too.”

The lights went out and the curtain opened. It was a perfect night. It was going to be a perfect life.

I put my hand on Jim’s shoulder as he manipulated the lights and mics throughout the show.

When I took my bow at the end of the show – It was the most meaningful bow I had ever taken.

A pivot. Step ball change, kick, spin, and kick…

The show went ever on.

THE END