So much of me is made of what I've learned from you.

Tonight marks one of the greatest experiences I have ever been so honored to be a part of. What a magnificent affair. Where the oldest, but not necessarily wisest, stepped to the edge of the stage to take a final bow. What a feeling. What a tremendous sight. How can anything ever hope to live up to living such a vivid dream? I almost feel like nothing ever could. The people who have taken me on such a journey are truly horses of a different color. They are their own special brand, and they are certainly the best of their kind, and any other kind for that matter. If I could do it all over again, I would give the stage and it's servants my heart from the very start, and I would never question if I made the right decision. Now I move on. I move forward. How fucking insane does that sound? Why is there a force pushing me away from what I love with more than just my heart and soul? I love it with my life. The burdens of goodbyes are to great to bear, and I fear as if I may stop dead under the pressure. But I have loved people and a passion with so much of myself that I can truly say I've been a part of something magical. And knowing that, it may just be okay to let it go, and find myself somewhere new. This goodbye will be the hardest to recover from, but the show must go on.

"Act well your part, there all the honor lies."

Exeunt.