Excerpts From Stories I'll Never Write

142: Here's To

INSPIRED BY THE QUEEN HERSELF, morningthunderstorms

Here's to September midnights.

Here's to refreshing the page every twenty five seconds.

Here's to falling asleep at my laptop.

Here's to waking up to 45 text messages.

Here's to shaking for a moment, then squealing.

Here's to telling nobody for a minute.

Here's to having to pinch myself.

Here's to maybe having to downsize costumes.

Here's to being a "little legacy".

Here's to half hour breaks.

Here's to numb toes.

Here's to late nights.

Here's to doing homework by lamplight.

Here's to still needing cues.

Here's to the panic attacks.

Here's to the comforting feeling of someone tracing patterns on your knee.

Here's to the rips on legs.

Here's to tiaras.

Here's to attempts to make each other laugh.

Here's to forehead kisses.

Here's to hugs.

Here's to crunch time.

Here's to racing hearts.

Here's to deafening applause.

Here's to deafening silence.

Here's to the lava lamp.

Here's to fried chicken.

Here's to talking about things rationally.

Here's to shoulder naps.

Here's to backseat drivers.

Here's to the Littles.

Here's to auditions.

Here's to finding out the plot.

Here's to portraying an icon.

Here's to side projects.

Here's to twenty six takes.

Here's to green dresses.

Here's to That Scottish Play.

Here's to Shakespeare.

Here's to Panera gift cards.

Here's to cookie castles.

Here's to hard work.

Here's to basement rehearsals.

Here's to underground Broadway shows.

Here's to your heartbeat.

Here's to teal falsies.

Here's to birds.

Here's to outdoor barre.

Here's to sprung floors.

Here's to technical difficulties.

Here's to changing lifts.

Here's to being dropped.

Here's to coronation day.

Here's to sixteen hour days.

Here's to no sleep.

Here's to crunch time.

Here's to no red lips.

Here's to Hamilton in Five Minutes.

Here's to a modern Gatsby spin off.

Here's to a few bad marks.

Here's to a few nightmares.

Here's to the lowest score.

Here's to diamonds.

Here's to rubies.

Here's to weighted boxes.

Here's to Emmie's last name.

Here's to group prayers.

Here's to flashbacks.

Here's to breakouts.

Here's to snippy girls at the theater.

Here's to theater WiFi.

Here's to four hour Google Duo calls.

Here's to dried tears.

Here's to that one bathroom without a door.

Here's to tech week.

Here's to freaking tall mice.

Here's to real talk.

Here's to $1 bets.

Here's to nail biting.

Here's to international trips.

Here's to the midnights that brought us all here.

Here's to our 2017-2018 show year.

Even thought it's not over yet...❤