it makes not a whit of difference
While at the theatre last night I felt old again. The two young women sitting next to me were discussing theatre. One was a college student from Texas who just moved to NYC a week ago for a two month internship at one of the big financial firms (can'tremember the name, another sign of old ). As I said, they were discussing what to see. The subject of Grease came up and I didn't cringe and twitch but I did listen and the woman from Texas asked about the history of Grease and her friend said that it was just a movie. It had never been a stage show before and this production was based on the movie. I was actually very nice after my friend uncurled my fingers from my arm rest. I explained that, indeed, Grease had begun as a Chicago stage musical, then moved Off-Broadway and then on to Broadway where it had held the title of Longest Running Broadway Musical for a short while. They were surprised to find out that there was life before the movie of Grease. We then talked about other shows and what she should see during her two months in New York.As we left the theatre they said goodbye and said thanks for the recommendations and perhaps we would see each other at another show.I went home and felt good for helping her but old for knowing about Grease