All good things must come to an end.
I had my last performance of Les Mis yesterday. Over the course of two weeks I played the show in its entirety 10 times. At approximately 3 hours per performance, I clocked roughly 30 hours of Les Mis. No wonder I can't get it out of my head.
I thoroughly enjoyed it - every minute - and was stricken with great sadness when the moment came to play that last note. It's silly to get attached to a show, I know, but this one meant something special to me. But alas, it was time to turn in my music and collect a paycheck. Like I said, all good things must come to an end.
Now what to do with my life? (Other than run a household and tend to the children, of course.) Oh, I know...how about start up rehearsals for West Side Story. Tonight.
How long do you think it will take to get these lyrics out of my head?
