It’s been over a week since we closed, but I’m in serious denial that we’ve put Romeo & Juliet in the books. I’ve done a LOT of shows in the [number redacted] years that I’ve been in theatre, and – other than the obligatory bittersweet farewell – I’ve been able to accept the show closing and trudge forth. Not so with R&J. I keep using euphemisms for “over”, because to think that this production is done forever feels like being punched in the stomach repeatedly. In fact, I barely believe it actually happened. Did I dream it?