Special

The play opened tonight on me, a girl pre-occupied with kisses and fantasy and magic and love.

It was wonderful. We fucked up but we recovered. We learned from each other, we matured, and we were at a good place. Hardly any issues with interrogation. Ate everything--BUT Olives. Apparently Kate's family has heard about me. Schultz was very proud of me, and got over the War General to be more of a mother hen. That made me happy for her. While she whirlwinded about the greenroom while other people stuffed their faces with Murl-food, I sat inside the greenroom, pretended to read a book, and focused on projecting my energy as far into the room as possible... a game of Hearts trick. And she was happier. It wasn't me, but I tried.

Also, I prayed to God for a great show...and then we had REAL RAIN! REAL! During the right time that even stopped when it was supposed to! Oh, God...

And then I danced. I danced crazily, did the gypsy, did the Payton-magic, moved, moved, was free. And the others gaped--they laughed, yes, but a sort of awe in their eyes while they did--they were impressed with the wild, crazy Payton--and I did not cover up, not even a little bit, not even at all.

No masks tonight.

I don't want to forget this. I don't want it to end.


Oh, man...