After we wrapped each day, we only had each other. Nobody else could really understand what we were going through. Julian and I would meet up in the garden at the end of the day to just let it all out.

When you get home, it’s like coming back from war. You’re living with this weird kind of PTSD, and the only people who truly get it are the ones who were there with you. Julian, myself, and a few others went through our own versions of post-show depression.