Destiny called my name.
And I gladly took the call.
I won the lottery!
I actually won.
Now, I know what you’re thinking. “Can I borrow a couple bucks?” But I didn’t win that lottery. I won the lottery for “RENT,” the musical. And that was almost as exciting as winning a bunch of money. I can’t buy my own private jet or anything, but I was able to purchase front-row seats for a ridiculously great price.
For me, that is a total win. I love Broadway and musical theater more than I should. There’s something special about seeing a show, especially a musical, live—the energy, the production design elements, the music. I just can’t get enough!
I tried to win the lotteries for “Wicked” and “RENT” a few times, but luck was not on my side. After spending six-hours, researching and writing an article for 212Access on how to get discounted Broadway tickets, I thought deserved to win.
And, sure enough, the universe agreed.
On Wednesday morning, I walked over to the Gershwin Theatre to enter the “Wicked” lottery. I hoped that since it was a Wednesday morning lottery for a Wednesday matinee that my odds might be better.
Don’t people have jobs in this city?
But it was okay. It just meant that I was supposed to win the evening lottery. I went to the theatre once again and, once again, my name was not called.
It was going to be all right! If I wasn’t going to win the “Wicked” lottery then that meant I was destined to win the “RENT” lottery.
I walked down the street to New World Stages, hoping to win but, honestly, not expecting much. I arrived outside the box office, found the theatre employee and grabbed an entry slip and pencil.
I wrote my name. Then, I folded the slip in half. What else could I do to make my slip jump into the employee’s hand?
I crinkled it a little in between my hands and unfolded it. Maybe the folds and bumps that I made would magically help it get pulled.
At 6:30, the winners were selected. I stood back with the crowd in anxious anticipation.
There were sixteen seats, and the woman who was working for the theater said that most people put in for two tickets, but a few people only wanted one. That meant, more than likely, that eight people would win.
The first name was drawn. They wanted two tickets.
She shuffled her hand back around in the bucket and sifted through the slips. She took out a slightly crumpled piece of paper. I hoped that was my paper, but it wasn’t.
Another winner. They also wanted two tickets.
She pulled four more names—everybody wanted two tickets. Twelve of the sixteen tickets were gone.
Only four tickets left.
I kept count. Only two more people could win the final four tickets, unless four singles were drawn. What was the likelihood of that happening though?
She took out another piece of paper, another crumpled slip.
The stars called my name.
That’s me! No way! I don’t win these things. I’m not lucky like that.
“You want one, right?”
“Yep!” I replied and happily made my way inside to purchase my ticket.
$25 for a front-row seat, and it got even better. When I entered the theatre that night, I expected my seat to be near an edge. After all, I was one of the last names called.
I was in seat 109. There were eight seats on one side of me and seven on the other. I was as dead-center as possible. For my favorite musical of all time. In New York City.
I’d seen the show before at home in Arizona, but there’s something special about seeing it in New York.
It was perfection.