One Singular Sensation
Knowing that the show was soon to close, and missing the original, I decided it was now or never to see A Chorus Line. After checking out my friend's subscription and not seeing it there, I hopped on the PATH and walked over toward South Street Seaport. It was not on the chart. I rode up to Times Square and it was being offered at half price. I got on the long line, which didn't move too slow. After about a half hour I was at the window, and they didn't have any more tickets.
I went over to the box office, and after conferring with Patrick grudgingly paid more than I had planned to for two seats in the upper mezzanine.
Hot Mario Lopez came on with "a 5, 6, 7, 8". His dancing surprised me. All at once, I was taken back in time, and so glad that I had decided to see it. I missed out on the original, and I heard this was close. I also really liked the movie (not having seen the play). I knew about the Cassie differential, but I still thought it was good. During the show, various dialogues replayed in my head. I forgot how much of the show I knew.
I danced One twice in my life, once in a musical review with gold suit during my junior high school years, and in college with a ballet company in black spandex. I sung lots of the songs at 88's and other gay piano bars. "Nothing" could still bring a tear to my eye. There was just so much of this show that I could relate to in many ways. I'm really happy I go to see it.
I liked the floating mirrors, and Sheila was a hoot. Cassie not so much.
I thought I'd have time to get the tickets, get back home and drive in. It got later than I planned so I remained in the city. I ran into Kevin from the Big Apple Ranch giving out fliers for Title of Show. I spent time at Virgin Records waiting for Patrick to get off work. We had Indian food before the show. I wasn't able to get my camera, but we waited around the stage door afterwards anyway. My cell camera did not work well, so while I got to stand near Mr. Lopez, I didn't get to capture him.
Afterwards we walked to 34th for the PATH home. It rained, and we were umbrellaless. I felt like I was in a wet T-shirt contest as the Underground map on my chest was plastered to my body.
I went over to the box office, and after conferring with Patrick grudgingly paid more than I had planned to for two seats in the upper mezzanine.
Hot Mario Lopez came on with "a 5, 6, 7, 8". His dancing surprised me. All at once, I was taken back in time, and so glad that I had decided to see it. I missed out on the original, and I heard this was close. I also really liked the movie (not having seen the play). I knew about the Cassie differential, but I still thought it was good. During the show, various dialogues replayed in my head. I forgot how much of the show I knew.
I danced One twice in my life, once in a musical review with gold suit during my junior high school years, and in college with a ballet company in black spandex. I sung lots of the songs at 88's and other gay piano bars. "Nothing" could still bring a tear to my eye. There was just so much of this show that I could relate to in many ways. I'm really happy I go to see it.
I liked the floating mirrors, and Sheila was a hoot. Cassie not so much.
I thought I'd have time to get the tickets, get back home and drive in. It got later than I planned so I remained in the city. I ran into Kevin from the Big Apple Ranch giving out fliers for Title of Show. I spent time at Virgin Records waiting for Patrick to get off work. We had Indian food before the show. I wasn't able to get my camera, but we waited around the stage door afterwards anyway. My cell camera did not work well, so while I got to stand near Mr. Lopez, I didn't get to capture him.
Afterwards we walked to 34th for the PATH home. It rained, and we were umbrellaless. I felt like I was in a wet T-shirt contest as the Underground map on my chest was plastered to my body.