As a playwright I have always had one goal in mind: real. I want to write things that celebrate both the hilarity and devastation of life, a hodgepodge of Chekhovian reality, Seinfeldian humor, and Hannah Montana girlishness. That is exactly where this play came from… I wrote the first scene of this play my senior year of college, filled with anxiety for the adult life I was about to embark on. I think as young people, we often take for granted the thrill of not knowing what’s next. In many ways, I wish I knew what the next chapter of my life was going to look like: milestones I’ll hit, fears I’ll conquer, grief I’ll feel…but I can’t. And as frustrating as that may be, it can also be liberating. There are all these factors in life we can’t control, the body we’ve been given, the family we’re born into, the talents we’re gifted, or the times we’re living through. But we can control one thing, the people we chose to share it with. 

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ELL