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Oh, Jarret, what a great post. I wept and laughed simultaneously at the end.



Denis Wilson

I must admit I assumed, (at first) it was a strip show, not theatre, which you passed by. The loneliness of good performers performing to empty seats is nicely indicated in your excellent post.

Miss Bliss

It's like all drugs...no matter how much they fuck you up, you still miss them when you aren't doing them. When you are doing it you are always chasing those rare moments when it all works, when everyone is transformed and everyone is a part of the art that is created. The rest of the time...you're standing outside an empty theatre knowing that there's a whole cast and crew inside hoping against hope that SOMEONE will come in to play the part of the audience...

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