A theatrical wake-up call

It was one of the most acclaimed Broadway shows of the moment, and I was thrilled to have a ticket. So there I was, hugging myself in the dark, gripped with despair as I watched the characters slide into a downward emotional spiral.

All at once, a fire engine came barreling past the theater, alarm blaring and horn honking, jolting me into remembering that outside—just a few yards from where I sat—the streets were packed with people who knew nothing of the predicament on stage.

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