Six more performances, and the current torture of my life will be over.
It should have been brilliant. It should have been sheer joy. It should have been so many wonderful, fantastic, amazing things.
Instead, it has just be pain, betrayal, and lies. Lots and lots of lies.
I have kept my mouth shut, but stay tuned and you'll get the whole skinny.
Next Sunday. After the last performance. When it's all over.
When I can breathe again. When I'm out of this dark tunnel and back in the open air, back in the sunshine, back in the true world.