The blue glow fills the stage now, and stars appear all around her.
The music remains low, almost chilling as only the strings are playing. But long dark hair falls down in waves as her arms slowly rise over her head. It strikes me as odd, because they’re usually in those tight buns at the top of their head. A lone ballerina stands with her back to the audience, with her hair down. When the music starts, the lights are still low, and a soft blue glow appears on stage. I can probably catch the tail end of the Mets game if I sneak out after the intermission. I sit back in my chair and pray it will be over quickly. We order drinks, and I slip the waiter a hundred, telling him to make mine a double and don’t let it get empty.īy the time the curtains fall, I’m done with niceties and thankful for the darkness. I sit in the back next to the curtain hoping that if I fall asleep while the performance is going on, they won’t notice. We are escorted to the box, and the couple sit close, looking over the edge and smiling at one another. At least if I’m going to be here I’m going to have a few drinks to get me through. Tonight I have no choice, and I toss back another Scotch in the limo as we pull up to the front of the theater. Next time I’ll just get two tickets for an easy way out. I should have known better than to rent the whole box.
But she wouldn’t take no for an answer since I got such good tickets. Could that be any more pretentious? I want to roll my eyes at having to admit that I’m going along with them. A client and his wife are in town for a deal, and she begged for tickets to the ballet. Museums, plays, operas…all of it just sounds so exhausting.
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