Final Paragraphs
Last night was a rough night, it was my last concert at Arapahoe High School. Someone hit pause and gave me a flashback to where I was 4 years ago. Arapahoe had three choirs that I could try out for. The week after auditions my name appeared on the board that had made it in. Just thinking that I might have missed the best class of my life had I not taken my teacher up on her dare to try out. Being the new freshman choir was intimidating, but my mind was made up that I would help where ever I could. While a concert looks simple, the work behind the curtain getting everything ready became the niche that needed to be filled.
People trickling out of the auditorium and the stage dark for the final time, the Battle Hymn sung, my time is done. My favorite part was as I was crossing the stage the lights went out as if to say, 'Thank you for the work that you have done,' and my friend darkness comforted me.
I wont sing on that stage again, nor will I oversee risers being assembled, but I leave the program knowing that I have left it in better shape then it was my first day. I cried, and cried, and cried some more. Someone asked me if I was ok, and it was then that I realized that they were tears of joy, not of sadness. I made friendships that I never thought I had, and acquired memories that I will never forget.
I would not trade these last four years for anything.
K
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