"Our love is all we need to make it through! " We finished the final song of our last show with tears in our eyes. We took our bows and looked up and the bright stage lights one more time before the curtain closed, leaving us in darkness. This was the last show this company would ever do. I looked over to my best friend James and hugged him. This might be the last time I ever see him. He didn't know I was going to New York to study music, he thought I was going to stay in Washington with him. He had this big plan to move in together and go to college together. I didn't have the heart to tell him I'm leaving..
"I would usually say this isn't goodbye but I'm afraid it is," Greg, our director, said. "I love all of you kids and I am so happy I got the chance to work with you kids. You are so talented. Don't give up on performing because I can see it in all of you that you love to do it. " He continued. By this time, we were all sobbing. I had to walk away from it all because it was too emotionally draining.
I walked into the dressing room and looked at myself in the mirror. My stage makeup had been smudged and my hair was a mess. I took a deep breath in, grabbed my stuff and turned the lights off before leaving the dressing room. I walked up the stairs to the lobby and was about to leave when I got stopped.
"I always thought you'd be the last one to walk out of here." Greg said. I turned to face him.
"Me too." I said. I could barely look at him without crying. He walked over to me and hugged me. I turned to walk out the door but he stopped me one more time.
"I love you, kiddo. You're special. Don't forget that." He said as tears filled his eyes.
"I love you too, Greg." I said before leaving the theater for the last time.
~Two years later~
I haven't talked to anyone since I left for New York, not even my brother, Adam. Everyone thought I wanted nothing to do with them because I left without really saying anything but that wasn't the case. I wish they would just let me explain to them that it's not that I didn't want to say goodbye...I just couldn't. It's like saying goodbye to my family. If I said goodbye to them, I don't think I'd ever leave.
Other than the fact that I have no friends, things seem to be going well. I am in college which isn't as hard as I thought it was going to be. I still have two years left in college though so I don't want to jinx things. I live in an apartment close to my school because I can't handle tiny dorm rooms.
I was walking home from school when my phone rang. I didn't recognize the number so I figured it was just a telemarketer so I let it go to voicemail. As I walked in the door of my apartment I got another call from the same person. They must have the wrong number or something but I decided to answer it anyway.
"Hello?"
"Hello, is this Alice Sycamore?"
"This is she."
"Hello, we are calling from Saint Elizabeth Hospital in Enumclaw Washington. We are calling in regards to a Mr. Greg Tompson. There's been an accident."
