It was snowing at home, too, when we performed Midsummer. Though of course it was the middle of winter, then, so it wasn't a shock. It's kind of funny, though, that it happened again here. And my father, watching-- I guess it's fitting, somehow, even if I didn't like it.

I wanted to say, for everyone who helped make the play happen-- thank you. I can't tell you what it means to me, really. I know it was the first time for a lot of you, acting, and you performed brilliantly. You should all be proud of it! I am. Exceedingly. And poor Anne... please be okay, Anne...

I guess the only question is... what play do we do next?

[ooc; for everyone in the cast or otherwise involved in putting on the play, feel free to assume Neil chased you down to give you a couple of the green roses Robin gave him ;3]