February Fourteenth : the opening preformance of the prairie fire production of Beauty and The Beast, but a bittersweet day that still evokes sadness in me. Four days earlier, I had received the gut wrenching news that would forever change my life. Chase Korte was my favorite person in the world, and he had been killed in by a drunk driver in California. I would never see him again, and I couldn’t even go to his funeral.
I awoke on the morning of the fourteenth , remembering why this day was so important. I had a preformance to give, and my parents had a funeral to go to. They dropped me off at apollo, and I got in my costume without protest. I sat back stage, waiting for my scene. I was the cook. It wasn’t the lead, but at least I had lines. I didn’t want to be there, but I knew it was important, not only to the other actors, but to Chase. He had been an actor too, and a good one.
My make up seemed to be the only thing keeping me from crying. Right before I went on stage, I felt like someone was right there with me. After checking to see that I was alone, I realised what it was. My cousin Chase was there with me, and he is whenever I go on stage.
If you are interested in learning more about Chase Korte, his online memorial adress is Http://chasekorte.com
Nice use of words, but I still don't know who Chase Korte is!
ReplyDeleteThat's sad... I feel like crying.
ReplyDeleteI wish you told us who Chase Korte was. I like your use of descriptive words though.
ReplyDeleteI didn't realize we the memoirs had to be posted on the 27th. I had a longer peice typed up at home, so this is just a rough impression of that. I did add in who Chase was for you though.
ReplyDeleteThat's so sad!
ReplyDeleteReally good writing! I'm sorry about your cousin. I know how felt.
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