My oldest daughter Lexy was a theater major in New York City.
Lexy was a stage manager with aspirations to work on Broadway.
On the ladder up to this prestigious bunch, Lexy gets her hands wet with what are labeled “ Off Off Broadway” and “Off Broadway” plays.
Several years back I traveled to the Big Apple, to visit Lexy and watch Shakespeare’s, “Twelfth Night”, which she worked with.
These people did a great job with the production, though I am not a Shakespeare fan.
Most of the seats were filled; I was in the back row. We were about twenty minutes into the play when a family walked in. I caught a glimpse of them from the corner of my eye. The lady was gawking and staring into the pitch darkness for free seats. The only ones were next to me.
I did the neighborly thing. I stretched out…
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