My fascination with the show began with all the media coverage around its opening. Dateline or 20/20 or whichever one of those it was that did the whole hour on it...I was glued to the set. Probably because I was in that age group of the characters and could really relate to trying to find your way in the world.
I didn't see it until November 1997 ~ I was in seminary outside DC and it came through on tour. I had barely any money, but I splurged to get a ticket to see the show. I loved it.
I had the OBCR, listened to it a lot ~ so much that the second tape started sounding funny ~ but it never really went beyond that. Then in 2006 I moved to NYC. I was in the teaching fellows program and getting ready to start. I'd come out in the last few years, and met some great friends. One of whom knew Jonathan very well and was part of the group of friends who helped to make up the characters in Rent. We talked a lot about the show and everything else. It made me start really thinking about the show as the SHOW again. So when I'd been in Bryant Park for the Pride Week kick-off rally and saw the group outside the Nederlander as I was walking back to get on the subway, I randomly decided to enter the lottery. And I won.
Seeing it that night...knowing Frank...being in a new place... Everything just came together, and it was a really emotional evening for me. The summer training wasn't easy ~ not because of the school or work but because of about half the people in my small group. They hated me...or at least weren't at all friendly, and they were absolute beasts to our professors and trainers (These would be the just out of college I didn't do Teach for America because I wanted a lot of choice over where I went and this will look great on my law/med school application crowd. Not that they're ALL like that, but a lot are.), and the show became my refuge from all the drama. It was a safe place to come home to.
And then something happened and I changed...grew up... I don't know. (I don't mean the grew up thing as an insult to anyone...I'm just trying to make sense of things.) I went to see iti with Adam and Anthony and loved it ~ aside from the screaming pre-teens who were barely born when it started. But even then it was different. It was kind of like looking back at my old journals and seeing where I'd come from.
And now its closing is announced. I know I'm not going to even try to get in the mad craziness I know it will be at the end. But I'm thinking about trying the lottery again to see it one last time and say good-bye. (I've always had luck going solo.) Part of that probably stems from the fact that my friend's HIV is rapidly turning into full-blown AIDS, and I don't know that we'll get to see each other again. In a way, seeing the show one more time would sort of be a way to say good-bye to him...
I don't know... It's just all kinds of mixed emotions right now. I'm not devastated...just kind of...in shock.
Experience live theater. Experience paintings. Experience books. Live, look and listen like artists! ~ imaginethis
LIVE THAT LESSON!!!!!!