119, was the contemporary dance that closed act one of my last dance show, my senior year of high school. The dance was about growing up, which was depicted by the oversized t-shirts we all wore. This moment was at the end, where only the seniors removed their shirts, revealing fitting shirts underneath as if we grew up. Then, all of the underclassman hugged all of the seniors, before walking offstage, and we bowed, and the curtain closed. I was truly a wreck, and this drawing is no exaggeration; nearly every senior was sobbing.