The last performance starts in about two and a half hours.
Last night, during Act Two, I asked my assistant director to take over the headsets, and I allowed myself a selfish moment. I moved into the theatre, sat down, reclined in the seat, and allowed myself the luxury of enjoying all that had been put together.
Just five minutes. That's all I wanted or needed.
I am very proud of this show.
Of course, the waspish Daniel had to have his fun at the end of the show. He rushed in from Boston Pride and whispered to me, sarcastically, "I only caught the second act tonight. I couldn't stand too much perfection!"