So, Dear Reader, I went to New York City.
Okay maybe that’s an understatement but I was thisclose to not going. Attending the Pinter/Proust production was a last minute, crazy harebrained attempt to snap me out of a post holiday, post illness funk. Also I blame Zan, my partner in crime during the Anderson Cooper trek in 2012 and Perry for her frequent and intriguing updates. In addition, my nosy side realized there would never be another opportunity quite like it: no autograph hunters, no cold stage door, no usual post production scrambling, but almost impromptu encounters between actor, fans and patrons for a one-off performance. As 20 plus year fan veteran, I get more of a kick watching other fans now. What better environment to watch such interactions? I shook my limp inner fangurl, told her to get it together and dragged her off to NYC. Curiously I’ve been having a hard time writing this entry, because I’ve been of two minds —
HEYYYYY there posse! Whassup? I’m Inner Fangurl here to save the day. Judi does go on, doesn’t she? The readers want to hear the Good Stuff, aka Richard Armitage. Judi, you can talk about more esoteric things like acting later. Let’s cut to the chase shall we?
OKAY! Judi was under the weather, so when I heard about the production at the 92nd St Y, I said we should go!
That’s not what –
Even after she booked everything, she almost didn’t go. Can you imagine? Anyway, we met up with our partners in crime, Zan and Perry and headed for the pre-show with Di Trevis, the director for the production. She told some very humorous stories about Harold Pinter, distracting my spidey senses. *He* had been seen sitting in the back of the audience laughing along. RA was in the building.
When the show started, we sat up in the balcony. Judi spent five minutes rummaging in her bag for the hearing device and nearly missed his entrance on stage. Now we are a bit visually challenged, but he entered with such balletic grace that we knew it was him. I clamored for her to get Zan’s mini binoculars and we were set. He was definitely the Man in Black: black shirt, tight black jeans, black long suit coat; longish dark hair combed back still curling at the nape. He appeared in so many little scenes –
They were memories –
Well, Judi did fine, but I had a hard time following at first. No matter! When RA wasn’t performing a memory, he sat in the back waiting for his next cue. The little binoculars were very handy, especially when he got to that breast caressing scene with Odette, his obsession –
That was supposed to be Swann brushing something off Odette’s decolletage –
Well, the binoculars showed me differently! And then the passionate kiss, oh my! If anybody doubted his ability to be a romantic lead, that scene should put things to rest. We quite enjoyed watching him gracefully prowl around the stage so tall, lean and lanky. WOOHOO!
Sigh indeed! During the intermission, we were alerted to vacant seats in the second row center. We beat a hasty retreat down there. What a fabulous view! We don’t really remember much of the story after that because he was RIGHT THERE!
I remember quite a bit!
Well, that’s amazing. Just imagine Readers, all six feet two inches of him strutting around the stage so close, his features so finely chiseled that you can see his facial muscles working beneath the skin, the cheek bones popping out of nowhere. He cut such a Byronic figure. OMG! SQUEE!!!!!!
Maybe you should mention that his acting was –
His acting??? Oh pish! Before we knew it, the play ended and they came out to take their bows. My goodness he seemed so close. We were practically on eye level with –
Nevermind about that! Get on with it.
*Sniff* Fine. The entire cast came out for a photo shoot then dispersed. Our compadres had a few words with Trevis and some cast members before moving to the gallery where we heard there would be a meet and greet.
Right, it turned out that the party was private.
Yes! But the next thing I knew, after exchanging a few words with the lovely gatekeeper, we were on the other side of the rope. I love New Yorkers! Why do they have such a bad reputation?
Oh yes, me too. No clue. *chuckle*
So then RA came out of the After Party to greet the horde of fans and curiosity seekers. He was absolutely a peach, signing autographs, taking pictures with everybody. He even declined to be extricated by the guard and went on until he’d seen everybody. He must have stayed out there a good 30 minutes or more. He took pictures with our compadres and then it was our turn! SQUEE!
We’d handed our iPhone to Zan, I caught his attention and there we were, his arm around our shoulders, and our arm around his lean waist. No love handles there! And so warm. That man is a furnace!
Can we just finish this –
Well fine, but it was a surreal moment, his arm there waiting patiently while Zan snapped the photo. It felt like a second and an eternity.
Very Proustian there, Inner Fangurl.
Okay, maybe I was paying attention to the play – just a tad. Anyway, it was time to go into the After Party but my time was over. Judi kicked me out! I don’t even know what happened next.
Yes Dear Reader, I threw a cloak over her to avoid two worlds colliding. But that’s another story. Now that Inner Fangurl has had her say, I can get on with serious impressions about the production, the party, the cast, the fans, the man.