So long farewell

Well the musical is over! :(
I am not happy at all. It was such a great experience, this week has been so crazy on the go all the time. Really late nights and then early morning's for school. Monday night was basically our first proper dress rehearsal, it went really well :) Then Tuesday went better. Then on Wednesday and Thursday we got a standing ovation! It was amazing! All the hard work that we put into it, really paid off. Those last 12 weeks have been spectacular. From the first day the lads coming up to the school, to S.F being told he is as threatening as a Marsh mellow, to the torch scene, kiss scene orchestra practicing with us, the stress over the dancing that is in the musical, to the stress of putting it on stage. It was worth it all.
Thank you to Ms.W and Ms.McG for doing this, they put so much time and effort into getting it perfect it all paid off :))
We all became a unit/family in the space of 12 weeks. Fare play to those who had to travel a distance to get here- Noel and C.H. The other lads we're only down the road is Saleisans hahah. But over the last 2 weeks the lads have been on Work Experience so they all managed for come up to Wolstan's to do rehearsals.
I honestly don't know what else to say about it. Its just been so amazing! And fun! :D

Tonight! I'm doing a show in Lucan! haha I'm going to be recked! With all this going on I haven't even thought of Christmas presents! The show tonight good luck.. Well actually! Break a leg as they say in show biz! haha  It'll go amazing! :D

That's it for now. Sorry Siobhan that I haven't been writing! :(
I'll write more tomorrow, till then
Ginger :) xx

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