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I’m Sitting in a Small Seat in a Dark Theater as Melting Snow Puddles at My Feet. Isn’t it Great?

I love musicals. When an actor speaks of the love she has lost, I feel sad, but when the music soars and she breaks into song, I sob.

For the first time in two years, I’m sitting in a cramped, plush seat, my wet winter coat draped across my lap. The theater is dark. The stage is lit. My eyes are full of tears and the show hasn’t even started. Everyone in the audience seems to feel the same way. We beam love to the performers with claps and cheers and they send it right back to us with kisses and waves. We are here. Together.

Cue the orchestra.

Dim the lights.

Grab a tissue.

The magic is back.


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