On the day of the reading, I was super nervous. Several thoughts ran through my mind. Will people show up? Will they like The Club? Will they connect with the culture? And, will fellow playwrights be encouraged to go home and write? As the lights dimmed, and the doors closed to the standing room only crowd, I realized at least one of my questions were answered. Yes, people showed up and unfortunately, some were even turned away. When the reading came to an end, I was greeted by applause, hugs, tears and a plethora of comments, most ending with “when are you putting this play on?” It was here that I began to recognize that my hard work had paid off. It was also good to see that the spirit of The Club had spread throughout the theater. In short, it was nothing but love.