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In the end, the show had to go on, and go on it did. It was a sort of conflicting experience. While I was very glad I was still able to do it, it didn’t pack nearly as much punch as what it would have, and I wasn’t able to construct any costumes or do one of my duet pieces. It didn’t feel real, didn’t feel like it had happened at all, and that really made it hard for me to even realize the semester was over when it was.

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