Weeks and weeks, night after night, she worked so hard. Just to tell you how long it's been, I went with her for "callbacks". It's the round after the first audition where they start figuring who gets what part. It wasn't warm enough yet for flip flops. And I love wearing flip flops. For weeks she spent multiple nights a week rehearsing. Spent lots of money traveling back and forth. Never giving up when some things didn't go her way. She missed it too much. She loved doing it too much. Even though she came home sometimes exhausted, frustrated, angry, sore, six nights over the last two weekends made it all worth it. Made it worth it for both of us. Her, because obviously this was why she spent the time, money, energy, effort. To be under the lights, friends she loves and those she hasn't met watching her perform. Me, because I got to watch her for the first time. I'd heard her sing before. She'd sing along with Carrie Underwood when we to see her in concert. She'd even sing along in the car (I gotta take that B-52's cd and hide it somewhere). She even sang at church sometimes. Those were cool. But this was different. Watching it be her turn, this was cool. Now, the program will tell you she wasn't the "lead" performer, but that's subjective. I know several people who thought she was. Which leads me to...Thank you so much to everyone who came to the finale night. Gas is expensive, no one else we know lives near Lewisville, a record breaking heat wave all told everyone to stay home, stay indoors. But there were so many people who didn't listen. They wanted to see her. And it meant so much to me. It meant even more to her. She was tired, she was a little ready for it to end. (She napped for like 7 1/2 hours earlier in the day) But knowing how many people made the effort, spent the gas, took the time to come see her, gave her a little boost. Way better for your heart than a RedBull boost, this was Lindsay knowing she was loved. What was so amazing, the majority of those who came, were friends of mine. I was blown away at how many people showed up for her. I was sitting behind them all (seeing the show 4 times before that night, I didn't mind surrendering the best view to someone else), I got a little teared up when I looked around at how many people came so far, were sweating so profusely to support my wife. Once she catches up on her rest enough (probably just in time to do another musical), I hope it sinks in to her how much she is loved, by those who quite honestly don't have to. The last couple of weeks she's been watching the scales so closely. Working really hard at lowering the number that pops up. I've been working really hard at convincing her that whatever number does pop up, it has absolutely no impact on how beautiful she is, how much I love her. My hope is that she sees that even though she didn't have the "lead role", there are a lot of people, many who aren't in our "tree", that will travel great distances and sit in syrup-thick humidity to see her come alive. No matter how high up her name appears on the program or how low the number on the scale is, she is deeply loved, exactly the way she is.
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