the bittersweet feeling lingering after the last show
the rush before and after that last show
the gradual bonding that takes place unwittingly
the mutual trust that grows
getting to know each other..............
................ and realising that actually u don't..........
doing things u don't want to............
............... but thanking that at least u aren't alone.............
spending hours together........
........ doing nothing...........
........ making something..........
......... creating anything............
before that very last show, feeling your pulse. racing,
adrenaline,
excitement,
anticipation,
that teeny hint of dread............
loving that after this u can go home before the sun sets
yet know that u'll feel strangely incomplete..........
............. as if a part of u has died,
ended,
gone
liberation mingled with reminiscence
knowing that that brief 70minutes lies in your hands,
and e show is yours
trusting that when u fall, someone will hold u up
that after a month of spending evryday together u grow towards e same goal..........
growing towards each other.........
.............. without knowing each other in e first place..........
the satisfaction holding up against the sacrifices

knowing that at e end of the day,
evrything was worth it,
and you would come back and do this again

bittersweet

it's time to bump-out and move on