Warning: long text things A couple days ago we performed the final shows of For the Record: The Brat Pack, and today is the last 24 hours onboard (for most of us). And it’s friggin weird to process. A lot of times on the ship we refer to life on land as “the real world.” Where you can cook your own food, or google something when you don’t know the answer, or just have a bad day in public. A place where the stress you shoulder gives you resolve instead of breaking you down. Where you feel allowed to care, and allowed to not, and the choice is yours. But there are moments amongst the pining for the “real world” where you understand that the ship is real. And it’s allowed to be real, to affect you, to love you, to be loved by you, too, because “the ship” is made of people. Some dang talented people. Exhausted, gorgeous, talented people. And I’ve been poured out and back into by this place and these people hundreds of times over these past six months (metaphorically), and frankly I feel more empty than when I came onboard, but I’m pretty darn happy about what I’m taking with me, and I’m even more excited about the voids I now get to fill. And I’m so, so proud to have these new people to do that with. So cheers to the voids, to the girls and the boys, to disenfranchisement with the corporate, and the new need to cooperate. To the pursuit of art and the pursuit of life through it. May the future be ours, and ours to share. . #ftrlive #ftrbratpack #dontyouforgetaboutme https://www.instagram.com/p/Bs1O0eWh4mT/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=l4cktzjeani7