We bow, together, once, twice. The third time I'm laughing and out of breath, waving like a queen, feeling the best I have since last night. Better even.

This is the culmination of my dream, my desire, my need. Not only to act. But to act for others.

Maybe it's wrong to want their praise. But why act if not for the enjoyment of an audience?

The crowd thins, ends their applause as Aleah and Piper rush to us, hugging us, Ruben hanging back. It's not until I see him ...