Last night, I went to a musical at the Paramount Theatre. The play is called Altar Boyz. If you want to laugh and have a great time, go see it. But you’d better hurry – it’s only there for a week.
I had great seats – center, fourth row. Being that close, you can see the actors sweat. And sweat they did. The five characters, Matthew, Mark, Luke, Juan and Abraham, never stopped dancing and singing the whole show. I couldn’t have done it; I would have been crumpled in a heap off stage.
But they weren’t. Within minutes after the show ended, they were dried off and upstairs at a meet-and-greet champagne reception. Laughing, smiling, taking pictures, talking. Ahh, the resilience of youth. And young they were. When they were onstage, you could tell they were all young, but up close, they were YOUNG. Not sure how young since I managed to get to my seat without a program, but I’d guess early twenties.
Also at the reception was one of the stars of the TV show, Friday Night Lights. I don’t watch the show, but others told me he’s the one who suffered a spinal cord injury on the show. Also young.
Perhaps I’m just old so everyone else looks young. But not so old I didn’t notice what a great play it was. As I watched, I realized I was wishing I’d written it.
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