Three Years.

Three Years. It's the number of years since our very last performance of the play The House of Bernarda Alba. Once in a while, I still watch the video performance and look at the pictures as well. It made me miss the times when we were still rehearsing the blockings and the throwing of the lines. I can't help but smile whenever I remember them. There were even times when I asked myself if I really did was their director. I somehow questioned myself if it really happened. As I look back now, it seemed like everything was just a dream. It seemed like a dream I always wanted to be realized just five years ago, when I first saw the performance of the Shakespearean play The Taming of the Shrew. Then, it happened. Three long years had passed and I still could not get over it. It seems as if as time passes by, the feeling tastes like a wine that gets better over the years. And yeah, three years and I still missed the company of my cast and crew. I guess I miss more the company of those people who, like me, gave so much for the play. Without their commitment and discipline, it would be all gone to waste and just give a so-so performance. Three years. Really? It's been three years? Oh, how time really flies so fast! =)