A Ode To The Bus
The engine’s soft roar is a comforting lull. Outside, the stars gleam above the dark cornfields of the middle American countryside. Inside, it’s quiet, disturbed only by the occasional shifting sleeper or whispered conversation. It’s very different from the raucous atmosphere during the day or the hectic schedule off the bus. This is utter calm. As the wheels turn, after a long rehearsal in the hot sun and a show in front of thousands of people, this when we are allowed to relax. Tomorrow, we’ll be in a different town, county, state and we’ll have to do it all over again. But for now, there is just peace, contentment in being surrounded by friends who softly sleep. This sixteen wheeled bus is more than our transportation. It’s our library, makeup room, therapy couch, snack machine, art room, practice room and bed. It’s our home.
