My mom was... pretty okay with the whole Company thing. I've told this story before, but when I spoke to her on the phone the morning after the first time I saw it in NYC, she asked how it was and I started crying, telling her it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I never get like that, so she did the best she could to accept that this was really special. My father, on the other hand, tried to tell me that I wasn't
allowed to go anymore. But with this, my mom will probably be like "okay, enough."
A work of art is an invitation to love.