So here we are — you, reading a playbill… and me, desperately hoping the ink didn’t smudge.
This page — this whole little booklet — cost more than it should’ve. But I wanted to say thank you the right way.
I know I haven’t “made it.” I don’t have a TV show, or a tour bus, or a team writing this for me. What I do have — is this night. This room. This moment.
And you, sitting in a seat, giving me your time. And that? That means everything.
I’m still figuring this out. I’ve got so much work left to do. I dream of the day I can fill a playbill with press quotes and accolades and a very cool headshot. But until then, this is the most meaningful page in the whole thing — because it’s just me, saying thank you.
I like to think of myself as a flower. A little seed trying to grow into something full and beautiful. And the people who show up — who watch, who listen, who laugh, who don’t laugh, who maybe even sit with arms crossed the whole time —
You’re watering me. Every reaction, every breath — it’s helping me become the artist I’m meant to be.
So truly, from the bottom of my awkward heart: Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Whether you came here by accident or on purpose, dragged by a friend or drawn in by fate... Tonight, you helped me grow.
SPECIAL THANKS
Bailey Kaiser — For producing this show and producing me with grace, humor, and a level of patience usually reserved for ER doctors. You brought this to life.
Jenifer Hixson — You gave me an opportunity and a moment, and I’ve been chasing both ever since.
