“As soon as I crossed my legs and made use of the extra space in front of the vacant seat beside me, a gentleman in a sweater and tie shuffled his way through the dark and settled in the seat next to me. “Almost didn’t make it,” he murmured, as if trying to make friendly conversation. I didn’t respond kindly to the late arriver. I just uncrossed my legs and shifted in my seat, miffed that my extra space was being claimed by its rightful owner. The curtain rose. Having never seen Les Misérables before, I wasn’t prepared for what happened in the first scene when Jean Valjean was caught with the stolen candlesticks. Nor was I prepared for the act of mercy demonstrated by the priest. His response to injustice wasn’t normal or natural. Watching mercy demonstrated on the stage touched something deep inside me, and I teared up to see extravagant love shown to someone who didn’t deserve it. I dabbed at my tears and gave myself back over to the production. I don’t think I moved once in my seat ...during the first and second acts.MoreLessShow More Show Less
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