Forty six years ago today, when it was a Saturday, and I was--gasp!--20, my father and I saw the Original Cast of "A Chorus Line," at the Shubert Theatre.
I sailed into the city for tickets, as soon as I heard it was moving from The Public. My father asked me to get a ticket for him, too, as he wanted to see it. I was surprised that he would want to see what was then so contemporary a show.
It was a day neither of us forgot. Donna McKechnie blew us both away, and the show was a turning point in my life. Sammy Williams' monologue was brilliantly performed, and heartbreaking. Not to mention the secret I was carrying; earlier that week, in college, I had my "first time," and I kept wondering if my father knew.
As long as he lived, we talked about how wonderful that "Chorus Line" afternoon was. Each time I see it is a way of bringing it back.
How I wish I could go back in time, and relive the magic again.
I wish you could do that too.
ReplyDeleteI reminisce way too much about days gone by.
I get all sad and weepy.
It doesn’t help that I’ve been closed in with a Difficult husband for two years either.
Victoria,
ReplyDeleteI am sorry about your situation.
This blog has suffered on account of
the pandemic, though I am glad to have David
at home.
My looking back is due more, I think, to age.
I always thought this time--when my parents generation
would be gone--would be a long time. And here it is.
Where did the time go. The day I wrote about here was
one of the happiest, and I was glad I had my father
to share it with.