Really, God?! Why?

Yeah, that was my first thought.  The suspense was going to kill me.  And not in the joking way.  I couldn't stand not knowing.  The anxiety was going to consume me; I could feel it burning inside me like a sleeping monster. One tiny noise, and the monster would awake.

I couldn't help but ask God:  Why?

Throughout the rest of rehearsal, I repeated that over and over again.  

Why, God?  Why?

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