When I walked into the gym, twenty students were hoisting the giant wheeled ladder onto the stage. Twenty hands grasped it carefully, and as though it were nothing but a feather, it glided up and on to the scuffed surface of the stage. Somehow, it was the most uplifting thing I had seen in a long time. (Pardon the pun.) When it was time to take it down, twenty one hands, mine included, carefully lowered it back onto the gym floor. There was no distaste with one another, only calm communication. That was when I knew that our cast and crew for our show were close; a sort of family.


I have beard envy.