Jeune Lune,
Your existence here this past 30 years is kind of a big deal. Even though I’ve only been alive for the past 19, and, regrettably, only experienced the last 7.
It’s been real.
And since you are running away (with my heart) to France, or wherever the new “phase of the moon” takes you, I was wondering if you would leave me the Tony Award you won in 2005. I think it would be a lovely parting gift, and should atone for the loss of my post graduation acting career within your wonderfully aged walls that once housed an abandoned storage space.
…or not. I know, that one was a bit of a stretch. But you can’t blame a girl for trying.
I want you to know that despite what others think, I know your “financial issues” weren’t due to lack of attendance. In the 7 years that I have been blessed enough to share with you, I had never attended a performance where a single one of your plush red chairs weren’t filled with ready ears, eager eyes, and an open heart.
And since I will be forced to sell my soul to some other local theatre company, let it be known that as soon as I make a few million, I am bringing you back. You can count on that.
My soul won’t rest a minute until I know that one day, we will be reunited. Even if I have to travel to the other side of the world to experience you again.
Avec L’Amour,
.:a:.
<3.