Less Miserable (than usual!)

Well, we done did the thing.

Our day today had humble beginnings. A little bit of rehearsing, a little bit of art, a little bit of centering ourselves before putting on the show of our lives (read: getting ice cream in town) \

To be honest, it was a little overcast and camp was very quiet as we saved our voices for singing and our bodies for impending vigorous dancing.

However, after dinner, the time came around for us to kick it into gear, and camp became a bustling center for executing essential preparatory exercises.

All of our friends and family began to arrive, jolting us out of our beautification trances. So, we scurried down to the studio (carefully, of course, so as not to wrinkle our beautiful costumes).

It was all hustle and bustle until the clock struck 7 pm at 200 Greenwood Ave. The appointed hour had arrived. A hush fell over the studio as the lights were dimmed and the music started.

AND THEN THE DEMOLITION OF THE STUDIO BEGAN. FAM, WE BROUGHT THE HOUSE DOWN.

To our beloved audience members, we told a rousing tale of defiance, small business ownership, and the potential for a troupe of just four mimes to alter an entire storyline. 

We laughed, we cried, we remembered all of our lines, we killed someone in deference to the misery of Le Mis. 

Then, of course, we partied our butts off in celebration.

Thanks to everyone who came and watched us be great!

Vive la révolution!

Love,

Camp

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