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And so it’s over. We do the final show, then right afterwards the frenzied rush of strike starts, running around trying to figure out what to do, pulling things apart, trying not to get smacked with huge moving set pieces. You do a million different tasks while many others, adults and kids, are running around doing the same. You get several scrapes and cuts on your hands from taking apart the set. And then it’s time to go, and your dad picks you up, and it’s over. Everything’s over. You’ll never see that show again, never be with that specific cast or crew again. And you’re just a techie, so you don’t get a cast party. There’s no huge group of people running to hug you and say goodbye, crying because they’ll miss you so much. You just wave your cut up hand, and leave, your heart still beating fast from all the work you’d been doing. It hurts less than other closing nights, you don’t cry, you’re just a little numb, and continue on your life.