Man, I hear you. When I went to see the other big international Hamlet this season, I couldn't even do the stage-door thing. Just. couldn't. do. it. We stood out in the Canadian cold on the concrete stairs high above, and I looked wistfully down at the door, long before the actors were due, but we didn't go. Not out of intimidation, but because I wasn't willing to break that wall at that moment. And this wasn't even for somebody as big as Tennant.
Also, god, this sounds so familiar:
We have front row seats. I'm grabbing Caz like she's made of magic. Lights down, play starts, Tennant in the corner barely blinking and we're all waiting for "a little more than kin and less than kind" and I'm probably actually holding my breath till it comes, and then the SHAKING from excitement and emotion, and mouthing the words-- fuck, yeah. That's why you go.
It sounds like a really ambivalent experience, but you are wonderful about being a sane and thoughtful fan, even in the midst of your shaking and yawning. And honestly, I am most jealous right now that you hung out with Horatio. Because that is awesome and sweet as hell.
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Also, god, this sounds so familiar:
We have front row seats. I'm grabbing Caz like she's made of magic. Lights down, play starts, Tennant in the corner barely blinking and we're all waiting for "a little more than kin and less than kind" and I'm probably actually holding my breath till it comes, and then the SHAKING from excitement and emotion, and mouthing the words-- fuck, yeah. That's why you go.
It sounds like a really ambivalent experience, but you are wonderful about being a sane and thoughtful fan, even in the midst of your shaking and yawning. And honestly, I am most jealous right now that you hung out with Horatio. Because that is awesome and sweet as hell.