A year ago we all walked into the same gym, sat down, and began to warm up, more nervous than we'd ever been, not knowing the 70 other strangers that were going through the same range of emotions, not knowing that 18 of us would get accepted and jet off to Winston-Salem for six weeks. We didn't know that we'd become closer than we'd ever been with anyone. We didn't know that we'd change each others lives. We didn't know that we'd spend hours blindfolded, trying to find our way, both literally and figuratively. We didn't know that we'd have to roll around on top of each other, or dance with trees. We didn't know that the food would suck, that we'd sweat off 5 pounds daily, then gain it back ordering pizza and chinese every night. We didn't know that months later, the song "Time After Time" would still make us cry, and we'd still cringe when hearing the word "retrograde." We didn't know that that audition would be the beginning of something that would leave a mark on us forever.
I miss you all. I hope the seniors are all getting the acceptance letters they want. (I'm so jealous.)
Sometimes you picture me and I'm walking too far ahead
You're calling to me and I can't hear what you've said
Then you say, "Go slow," and I fall behind
The second hand unwinds
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
And if you fall I will catch you, I'll be there waiting
Time after time