And that's a wrap

Erik Austin
May 17
1 min read

And poof—just like that, The Wizard of Oz is over. Two shows. Both sold out. A blink-and-you-missed-it kind of weekend, and somehow, we actually pulled it off.

Was it polished? Not exactly. Was it chaos? Frequently. Was I held together by a dream, a bobby pin, and half a granola bar? Absolutely. But also—was it wonderful? Yes. A thousand times, yes.

Getting to be back on stage in my favorite show of all time? Magic. Exhausting, emotional, sweaty magic. But the real heart of it? The people. The cast, the crew, the humans I shared dressing room chaos and backstage giggles with. They made the yellow brick road feel like home.

I’m sore. I’m tired. I’m probably still covered in green paint. But I’m also deeply, deliriously grateful.

Until the next tornado hits… 💚🧠🌈