When the woman at the Jersey Boys Box Office asked if I wanted to sit in the orchestra, I immediately thought it was some sort of theatre scam.
I have been a “Balcony Girl” my entire life and the tickets, as a testament to my status in the theatre world caste system, were bought during a Theatre Week promotion. I was prepared to take my tickets and head north, but noticed she was eyeing the seating chart on her screen.
“It’s my friend’s birthday,” I leaned in and whispered, sensing my luck was about to change.
With that she flipped over the tickets and wrote in thick black marker on the back N5 and N7. “Make sure the usher sees this,” she said, handing me my new orchestra seat tickets.
I was ecstatic, but remained cool, until I handed my friend his birthday gift. “How much do you love me?”
I couldn’t resist.
It had been an exceptionally stressful week, marked by horrible weather conditions that had me rushing through Midtown traffic in ice and snow, nearly drowning in a puddle on the corner of 53rd and 6th Avenue, in order to it make it to the August Wilson Theatre on time.
Jersey Boys was amazing, so the weather conditions, in the end seem like a minor inconvenience. But, the high point and what I’m most thankful for is that kind Box Office staffer who bumped me, “Balcony Girl,” to Orchestra.