You will remember this...
I watched a play, Sweet Charity, so full of social choreography and the edges of emotion, so typical a musical with everything on display, pleasantly raw, that I forgot for two hours, even more, that I was there alone. Intermission reminded me, temporarily, while the house filtered into the lobby and the actors were left stuck in an elevator in the dark, but fifteen minutes later I sat down and got right back into the play, naively sweet yet cloyingly real how he was afraid to kiss her and she was avoiding the backstory. And I admit, I was even close to tears, close to feeling my feet in their shoes, until the ending, oh. An artless set of lies, an unrelented pause in the music, and awkward, beatless moves from stage left to stage right, until... an hour later I'm alone, and painfully aware.
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