Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
“Relax, ” said (Natasha),
“We are programmed to receive.
You can check-out any time you like,
But you can never leave! “
She told me. Once your foot is in the door, you will not leave. You will want to stay and drink the Kool-Aid or wine or whatever the Thespian Hotel is serving.
Natasha was correct. The stress of “OhmigawdwhatamIdoing” has turned fully into the song of “OhmigawdIwanttodothisagain.” Perhaps it’s due to the tiara or the gold mask or the fact that I can remember all of Luna Cee’s lines. I feel good about this, relaxed even, but a bit sad that it will be over after Saturday. I will miss the Thursday night practice with the group, the recitation walks with Natasha, and the yammering on and on about spoons and dead bodies with an English accent.
Natasha asked me last night if I want to audition for another play. Yes, Natasha. When I remember the lines and bask in the afterglow of a laughing and snorting audience, I will surely never leave.
Hotel Luna Cee is where I want to be.