Getting something out of the show.

I believe in getting something out of the show. When I was younger my grandmother used to take me to see plays in downtown Minneapolis. It seemed almost everytime I would go to see her she wold take me to a play or a musical. It was my grandmother that had inspired my love for theater.

We would spend the whole day together just her and I. We would go shopping, have a nice dinner and then, see the show. At the end of every show as we were walking back to my grandmother’s old blue Dodge dynasty, she would stop, look at me and ask, “well my special little guy, (she always calls me that) what did you get out of this show?”

I would always give her the same redundant answer like, “Oh it was funny, it made me laugh” or “It was scary, it made me cry” My grandmother took me to see “Rent”.

My mother was slightly opposed the idea didn’t want me to go. She knew rent was a raunchy play and I was still rather young, but my grandma always the artist took me anyway.

As always we proceeded to go downtown in the old rickety dodge dynasty. We found a parking deck and proceeded to get something to eat. After dinner my Grandma told me it was time to go and we rushed off to the theater. The people there seemed the same, but the atmosphere was different it was more special. We walked in got our tickets ripped and began to wonder around the theater. The lights went down and came back up and we started to head to our seats. The show started and I was blown away by the truth and honesty of the show. After the show I can remember how I was affected by the ending.