Today as I was cleaning up at work, a song came on the radio. It was "Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien" sung by Edith Piaf. You know how some songs have certain memories, and every time you hear it, they all come back to you? Well this is one of those songs for me. It was played during the curtain call of one of my favorite plays that I have ever been in, The Madwoman of Chaillot. My character was evil and soulless and greedy and by the end of the play all of the evil and soulless and greedy characters ended up in the deep dark depths of the orchestra pit beneath the stage that we accessed through a trapdoor. The bunch of us sat down in there in the dark for an entire scene! It was to the sound of Edith Piaf singing about having no regrets that we finally got to emerge from the pit and join all the good and happy and zany characters again for our final bow. I always had to be so careful stepping out of the pit because I wore high heels and an enormous orange tutu. Our bow was amazing because as we exited the stage it was as if we were going to another party, as if the story hadn't really ended and there were so many more adventures to be had. And that is the truth! There are so many more adventures to be had, onstage and off, and so many more songs to become beautiful memories.