Last week I went to see a play all by myself. I had invited this one friend of mine from school, but she was too busy getting ready for a camping trip (unfortunately she has a day job, and can't do all her running around during the afternoons). Since I was taking advantage of this "Student Rush" discount ticket arrangement, I didn't have a lot of time to find another companion, I thought, what the hell, I can go alone. I really wanted to see the show, and it was closing on Saturday, and really, you don't talk at these things, so it's totally cool to go alone, right?
So I go. And I am so very glad I did, because, without exaggeration, I think it was the best show I have ever seen. I loved it. But it was so well done, and so emotional that it made me cry. Not biggie, right? I mean, it was a sad moment, other people were tearing up too, right? Except I went beyond tearing up and a few sniffles. I was so moved, I started sobbing. Silently, of course. But the people sitting next to me could not have missed the heaving shoulders and muffled gasps as I wept openly.
So to recap: alone at the theatre, bawling. So worth it.
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