Stage Crew 2012

Had a lighter taken to my wrist

And forest to wear all black for weeks

I stayed after to school for hours

And gave up my winter break

Get yelled at by directors

And climbed 50 feet in the air

Got attacked in a group hug

And covered in whore makeup

Guns, fire, drugs, and rope

Baskets overflowing with cloth

Chasing across the curtains

Then sitting in stifled silence

But I’m not complaining

The stage has become my home

I live for tradition

And the trill of the night

This is my past, present, and future,

Build new memories

I can take pride in what I do

And my eternal family

Never will I work

With this group again

I’m growing new respect

For the arts

I wanted to thank you all

For the few months

That will last a life time