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Hi. I'm Kerry. I'm 19, I just finished my sophomore year at a college here in Manhattan, and I grew up in San Antonio, where the only musicals I ever saw were the tours that came through and our high school's Bye Bye Birdie (I was Kim, thank you very much). Then I came to New York, and in February somebody handed me a ticket to a show in a tiny theater on East Fourth Street, and now I have seen it six times and I have $40 to my name.
This is my page about RENT. I fly home for the summer tomorrow, so it's the last update for a while. I'll be back in August.
> My Performance Log
> Rush Line Diary, Part 1
> The Cast
> Favorite Songs
> Jonathan Larson
> The Pulitzer
> The Tony Awards
> Coming Soon
| #1 | Thursday, February 22, 1996 New York Theatre Workshop, East 4th Street. My roommate Tina's friend in the theater department couldn't go and sold us his two tickets at cost. Maybe 150 seats. I had never heard a single song. At intermission I went out to the sidewalk and called my mother from the pay phone and couldn't explain what was wrong with me. |
| #2 | Wednesday, May 1, 1996 The Nederlander, first time on the rush line. Row A, way over on the left. Two days after the Broadway opening. Bigger theater, same show, same chills. |
| #3 | Saturday, May 11, 1996 Row B, center. I was supposed to be studying for my Western Civ final. I got a B. Worth it. |
| #4 | Friday, May 24, 1996 Row A, center. The first one after finals. So close I could see the sweat on everybody. You have no idea how hard they work until you're in Row A. |
| #5 | Wednesday, June 5, 1996 Row A. The first show I saw after the Tonys. The audience stood up the second the lights came up and stayed up for about a minute before anybody sang a note. |
| #6 | Saturday, June 8, 1996 Row B, center. My last one before I go home. I cried in the usual places and a couple of new ones. |
Here's the deal. Full-price tickets cost more than I spend on food in a week and a half. But on the day of every show, the box office sells the first two rows for $20. You can't buy them ahead. You have to be there, in line, on 41st Street, and you can only get a couple, so don't try to buy for your whole hall.
When I first did it in May you could show up in the morning with a book and do fine. Now that it won the Tonys, people are there before the sun comes up, and some of them have been sleeping on the sidewalk. I'm not saying you should do that. I'm saying it happens.
What to bring:
The people: This is the best part, honestly. The rush line is the friendliest line in New York, and I've stood in the line at the DMV here so I would know. Everybody is there for the same reason. Byron, who's a waiter, has been eleven times and keeps a count on the back of his hand in pen. Toby brings a little radio. Esmeralda has been nine times, can't sing at all, and sings anyway, all of it, both acts, in order. People save each other's places for bathroom trips (the deli on the corner is nice about it if you buy a coffee), and nobody cuts. If somebody tries, the whole line handles it. Politely.
Part 2 will be about the people who come out to talk to the line, the night it rained, and the best ways to get from 41st Street back uptown at midnight. When I get back.
The original company. If you see it, you are seeing these people, and I hope you know how lucky that is.
And the ensemble, who play everybody else: the parents on the answering machine, the cops, the people on the street. Watch them. They never stop.
Titles only. You'll hear them soon enough, when the album comes out. Go.
He wrote all of it: the story, the words, the music. He spent about seven years on it, and for most of those years he was waiting tables at a diner in SoHo on weekends so he could write the rest of the week. It's based on La Bohème, the opera, moved to the East Village, to people like the ones he knew.
On January 25, the day of the very first preview downtown, he died, very suddenly, of an aortic aneurysm that nobody had caught. He was 35. He never saw an audience see it. That night the cast sang the show for his family and friends instead of performing it for the public.
I think about that every time the lights go down. Everybody does, I think. You can feel it in the room. It's not a sad show, though. That's the thing. He made it about living. I'd like to think he knows.
On April 9, RENT won the Pulitzer Prize for Drama. A rock musical about broke kids in the East Village, and it won the Pulitzer. I found out from Tina, who ran into the bathroom while I was brushing my teeth waving the paper.
Written Monday morning, June 3, on about four hours of sleep.
We watched it in the lounge on our floor, about fifteen of us, everybody who hadn't gone home yet, on a TV with a coat hanger for an antenna. Here's what RENT won last night:
| Best Musical |
| Best Book of a Musical — Jonathan Larson |
| Best Original Score — Jonathan Larson |
| Best Featured Actor in a Musical — Wilson Jermaine Heredia |
When Wilson won, the lounge screamed so loud the RA came down to see if somebody was hurt. When they read Jonathan's name, both times, it got very quiet in there. A boy from my French class I didn't even know liked musicals held my hand. Then Best Musical, last thing of the night, and we all lost it.
Adam and Daphne and Idina were nominated too, and didn't win, and I am choosing not to discuss it.
The cast performed on the broadcast and I just sat there and thought, I was ten feet from those people nine days ago.
Thank you for reading. If you're going, get in line early, share your bagels, and say hi to Byron for me.
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Last updated Sunday, June 9, 1996