The saddest day in the world is a Monday after a weekend of performances when you have to put on your clothes and go back to work and to life as usual. You miss your cast, you miss the audience...the fun and excitement and adrenaline.
Luckily for me, it is a beautiful day, and besides mourning the loss of my show (although I consider it a great success), I cannot be sad because it is just so lovely.
I am facing a little bit of a break in my schedule, besides the usual auditions and things, and it is both terrifying and thrilling all at once. There's that recital I've been wanting to have time to do for the past two years, there's all those other things...I'm dying to learn a few new arias for the audition list.