
2 of the empty seats on the closing performance of Diaspora were my fault.
There were 6 empties in all. Maybe all 6 were my fault.
“Small!?!” 4 rows of 12 seats on a moveable riser, in a black box theater tucked into the wedge-shaped space under the big main stage. My dates did three pirouettes to take in the 50 person crowd.
That Sunday matinee had been sold out since Thursday. I know because I got the last tickets. A high school teacher from a small public charter school thought that maybe she could rally a crowd of students for the performance. So, I reserved the remaining 5 seats.
Understandably, no one co…
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