Renée was sobbing. The intern handed her a tissue, but she just waved it away. She had spent three years making sure they were okay. She had never realized they were watching her back.
"Renée Rose, Renée Rose, You watered seven different gardens, Not to make us grow the same, But to let us bloom in our own thorns." renee rose bts
"Je ne savais pas que j'avais besoin de pluie…" (I didn't know I needed the rain…) Renée was sobbing
Renée Rose finally let herself smile. She pulled out her phone, deleted the flight confirmation to Lyon, and typed a new email: Dear Dean, I am respectfully declining the tenured position. I've found a different kind of classroom. She had never realized they were watching her back
And somewhere in the encore, as confetti rained down like pink rose petals, Renée Rose realized she wasn't just a coach anymore. She was ARMY. And she was home.
The crowd erupted, then hushed.
The stage lights of Levi’s Stadium were a supernova of purple and gold. To the 50,000 screaming ARMY, it was just another breathtaking moment of the Permission to Dance tour. But to Renée Rose, standing in the sound booth at the back of the venue, it was the end of a very long road.