I think I speak for all of us when I say that last night was one of the most exhilarating and powerful nights of our lives. We were one of seven acts from a variety of countries, including Norway, Germany, and Argentina. After being carefully dolled up by professional make-up artists, we stood in our traditional pre-show circle and suddenly realized what was about to happen. When I joined ALAG, I signed up for four weeks of writing with a group of strangers. Today, four years later, that tiny risk I took has turned me, and all of us, into an international performer. Squeezing each others’ hands in nervousness and excitement, we called the love of all the people missing from our circle—Dylan, Izzy, Nailah, Ashley, Deanna, Annie Sellick, Heather, Jessika, Kim Green, Rachel Agee, Chandelle, Jami, all of the people who have brought us their stories and talents, and of course, Cyan’s guidance and courage. As Vali gave her introduction we held our breath, peeking out at the crowd of thousands, preparing mentally for the most terrifying and fantastic fifteen minutes. And when we went on that stage, when we sang and danced and spoke in our broken Spanish, they LOVED it. They were laughing, they were cheering, and we were growing in their reactions, expanding and exploring the joy and power of being on stage. Afterwards we could hardly speak; we could hardly believe what we had just done. As we left the theatre, people pulled us aside, applauding us again and again—police escorted us on motorbikes to our restaurant (which made us feel pretty important and glamorous), and I thought that I could maybe get used to this. After all, there is no one else I would rather be taking on the unknown with than my GRRRLs.
Tonight we do it all again, with the same intention we held last night—to make our mark, and to have a blast while doing it.


