Sigh.


The culmination of painstaking effort from weeks on end leaves behind a scar of hollow weariness. The emptiness shakes me because once again, I am lost; thrown back into reality, awaken with fears. The last 2 nights were simply beautiful, magical to say the least and right now, I wish I had cherished the build up to production better. But at least I know now--next year I will not forget the irreplaceable wonders that accompany the nights we spend together.

The sorrow will soon fade away, only because the mind gets accustomed to its throbbing pain and not because I have forgotten. no. I will never forget; I will always remember. Players is more than just a CCA; in many ways, it is like family, just as the scouts are the brothers to me, the players string another chord of the harmony together.

I am so proud to be called the Chair of Players. It did start with a struggle to power, now it is a token of ownership and I am simply humbled and honored to be in charge of this fabulous group of people. People have been repeatedly saying "Make sure you take good care of the CCA" and as I embraced the current Chair of players as she fought back her tears, the same words resonated from her lips: "you better make sure you take care of the CCA or I will kill you".

Because if you don't kill me, I will kill myself.

This is a promise to myself and to all of you. Players will continue to be awesome and I love all of you. so much <3