It’s hard to believe the end is in sight; for the past two months of driving back and forth from Denver and Boulder and Central City and passing through tunnels and up late nights running shows or going on evening walks, there is light at the end . . . It’s not that I have hated my time here in Central City, but after having a limited amount of entertainment, you just have to get out. Being up here is like not only being transported into another time period but a different mindset and view of the world. Perhaps it’s the mountains or the endless array of Victorian homes or the continuous amount of casinos that inhabit the town, but something up here is definitely different. I’m not sure if I mean different in a good way or bad way, but like any place you leave a part of you will miss what you left behind.
What I think I will miss the most are the people I’ve gotten to know. Last night I thought a huge burden would be lifted when our first show closed, but I realized how much I admire the performers I dress; their wisdom, knowledge, consideration, and appreciation is something I always looked forward to. I saw how close they became, just like life-long sisters, and even though we were crowded in that tiny dressing room I realized I wouldn’t want it any other way. Without one of the singers there it wouldn’t have been the same. They brought support and understanding for one another that I haven’t seen between any other performers in a dressing room. Even though both gave me dressing tips that were larger than any I’ve ever received, the money didn’t matter. All that mattered to me was walking into that room each show to be surrounded by honesty, insight, and a constant good sense of humor.
It’s always strange that in theatre and performing arts we spend endless hours getting everything ready with rehearsals, sewing machines, saws, nails, paint, trim, buttons, and just about anything you can think of and then after a few weeks we take it all apart in just a couple of days. We take so much time and energy to prepare and keep everything going, and it’s very ironic to see it all quickly be taken apart in such a short amount of time. Although I’ll miss people I’ve gotten to know, I’ll take their lessons, personalities, and stories with me. I’m ready to leave this oxygen-deprived, entertainment-starved, and resource-limited town, but I suppose the memories will be what I take with me.