There’s a moment after meeting an artist I admire when I mentally slap myself. Palm smacking my imagined forehead, I fixate: I said THAT? Why? Why did I use those words? Did I communicate anything? What was I thinking?
watch “The State of Being Mixed” - a poem by Kaitee Tredway
Theatre is changing. New scripts include ranges of characters, diversifying who is portrayed in plays, in musicals. As a result, more and more people are seeing themselves represented on stage. THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL. I admire the grace and compassion with which theatre artists hold this responsibility.
Undoubtedly, the best part of these packed days has been listening to the cast of Jagged Little Pill through the walls. This afternoon, I finally saw the show. It is fantastic.
But this is not a review.
This is not about the show.
This is about five minutes that happened afterwards.
But...to get to those five minutes...