After a year together, I guess great Debs think alike. Which is why two of my dance partners have already posted goodbye clips rather than try to say the farewell entirely on their own. Because, really, can anyone capture the turmoil of parting ways as perfectly as a good on-screen moment?
Farewells are filled with mixed emotions, and I’ve got them all.
There is, of course, straight sadness.
(Air Bud, Shmair Bud… If you are not crying at this, YOU ARE A ROBOT.)
There is also a sense of wonderment, mystery. The idea that anything can happen next. And you might even get to write about it.
There’s pride in what you’ve accomplished. Especially as a group. Dare I say… a club.
And, of course, there is always—always—the desire to sing. If you can’t say it perfectly, burst into song.
(I’m devastated the actual movie clip isn’t available, but just imagine Julie Andrews and you get the picture.)
It is with all those emotions that I say goodbye to The Debutante Ball and welcome the new class. There’s sadness, but also excitement for what is to come — not just for me, but for my fellow Debs as they move on to new projects, and for the new class as they take the reigns. And I’m so proud of what we 2012 Debs have brought to the ball and the legacy we will leave. And, finally, I want to sing. Because, well, there is nothing that isn’t best handled with a musical number.
And with that, I raise a glass to the future of The Deb Ball. May we still be at it, 19 years later.
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