Confetti

“Hold on to spinning around, confetti falls to the ground, may these memories break our fall”

~Long Live ~ Taylor Swift

Soon it will all be over. The music will fade and foil stars will catch in the light one last time. The lights will start to dim and the theater will be quiet. Soon the doors will be locked and all of the sparkling glitter will be neatly swept up and thrown away. All of it over, gone without a trace. 

But before the joyful children stop grabbing handfuls of sparkles and throwing them in the air,  before it’s brushed off clothes and out of hair, before the cleaning crew starts to work on the glittering task, it shines brightly. 

In THIS moment it cascades down in shining stars of assorted sizes and rainbow colors.

All the colors that bring back so many memories. 

That bright blue that is like the Elsa dress I wore that spring day in 2015 that unbeknownst to me would change the trajectory of my life forever. 

The yellow that is like the little bumblebee costume I wore on that same stage almost 2 decades ago. The costume I was wearing when I first fell in love with performing. 

The silver that is like the mic taped to my face the first time I wore one on stage in my first leading role when I was 11. 

The white that is like the door in the background of my first YouTube video; one of a 7 year old me singing and dancing to a “Wizards Of Waverly Place” song. 

The green that is like the Ariel skirt I wore in the photo I used to debut my company when I was 16. 

The purple that is like the color of my Disney Princess CD player as I placed the new self titled “Taylor Swift” album inside, getting ready to passionately perform “Picture To Burn” in front of  my bedroom mirror. 

The red that is like Dorothy’s iconic shoes on stage as I sat in my Mom’s lap when I was three. In that same auditorium, I was mesmerized watching a play for the first time. 

The gold that is like the shiny hinges on the handmade chest turned dress up box my grandfather made for me when I was growing up. 

The pink that is like the feathers on my boa as I dressed like a “Popstar” for career day in kindergarten. 

With the disco ball turning, the crowd cheering and the show coming to an end it only seems fitting to have those little star shaped memories collected over the decades raining down on me. All the moments that seemed so inconsequential at the time but all collectively bringing me here. Here on stage living out my childhood dreams and being covered in rainbow confetti.