If you don't get tickets to the greatest show on Earth — I'm talking "Hamilton" — please know you have my deepest sympathies.
My beau, Patrick, and I flew to Chicago to see the hot hip-hop musical last year and still didn't get to enjoy it.
And we were seated in the audience.
Turns out there's a thing now: People who love the show's masterful music so much that they sing along.
For the entire show.
At first, I wondered what it was, that slightly audible hum emanating from the row behind us into my right ear. As it got louder, I realized we, unwittingly, had paid for stereo. Our ebullient fellow theatergoer must have been studying the "Hamilton" soundtrack for months. I mean, she had it down.
She didn't miss a beat — getting to key notes often before the performers did. Wait for it! (She didn't).
Tune her out, I told myself. The more I told myself that, the less I could tune her out.