I wish I could blame the war, but the truth is, we were severely under-rehearsed. Bottom and Daylily fucked up their voices, and the audience was small, but we could have gotten past those problems if the rest of the production was a tight ship. It wasn’t. That’s all I can stand to say about it. If I hear any of the music, even now, I’ll start crying. Four years ago, my mom bought me an orchestra-section ticket to the Broadway revival of On the Town as a Hanukkah present; I sold it on StubHub for $17 and lied to her that I’d gone. I couldn’t bear to hear any of it. In particular, if I heard the “Times Square Ballet” from the end of Act One, I knew I’d remember how my whole life came crashing down.