I would never have dreamed of walking out on a show before I saw The Blonde In The Thunderbird.
I just kept dreaming of the beautiful sunset I was missing outside. It was a gorgeous evening.
My friend and I made the agreement that we would skip the curtain call. It was a compromise, since my date was/is even more theatrically religious than I am.
The lights blinked out after what we thought was the final number, and we ran out. But we were wrong. There were twenty minutes left.
I felt free.
Then I had to go back to get my cellphone.
I feel fortunate that I caught Suzanne's final number, in which she decides that her father's alcoholism was a blessing.
"I am the sound of distant thunder, the color of flame."
CARRIE the Musical