CMU

As bright lights blinded me, blasting music deafened me, and aching pain numbed me, I purposefully sprinted off the stage in five-inch stilettos. I’d once dreamed of thousands screaming my name on Broadway, but I knew I wasn’t needed onstage. Offstage, in the control booth, it was a different story. Less than two hours before the opening curtain, I was being pulled in a hundred different directions. An actor asked where the bleachers were. I wanted to ask how he lost something that weighed a couple hundred pounds but chose to tell him to check backstage. Before I even finished talking, a…