Friday, May 30, 2014
The best story of the evening for me though, had nothing to do with the dancing but rather with a particular woman we met. When we came into the performance center we were a bit disoriented with all the shows going on, coat check and where to go. A batty little old woman approached my husband and asked if he had an extra ticket. We actually did have an extra ticket with us as one person in our party cancelled at the last minute. She was probably a bit surprised when he handed it to her. I'm assuming she comes every performance and tries to get a free ticket. She shuffled off and disappeared around the corner. We hustled in forgetting about her as we figured she had walked outside the theater to sell the ticket. Halfway through the first dance the bent-over woman made her way up the stairs. Transformed she was now wearing an old knit dress and some bright orange beads that matched her bright orange, thinning hair. She carefully carried her pocketbook with one hand as she gripped the railing with the other. She settled in next to Chad and gave him a big smile as if he were her prince charming. Throughout the show she proceeded to chatter very loudly to Chad in a mixture of English and Russian. She was a true lover of the arts. She enjoyed the performance and my gracious husband gave her all the attention she craved.