I can remember the first time I stepped onto this stage in my swishy black skirt and crisp, white blouse; my high heels clicked against the ground as I took my place in the back. I can remember the first time I felt stage fright as our director lifted his hands to start that first tune. I can remember the first time I was the one behind the sound that resonated through that hall.

Tonight, for the last time, I walked onto that stage in a short black dress and sunglasses holding back my hair; my modest heels clicked against the stage as I took my place in the back. Tonight, for the last time, I felt the exciting thrill as our director lifted his hands to start the last tune. Tonight, for the last time, I was the one behind the sound that resonated through that hall.