Once upon a time, there was a girl who went to Savannah. She had a blog. (And despite what this blog implied on January 3rd, she did not grow up to be some man’s fancy woman.)
In between visiting grocery stores, meandering around River Street, and admiring her tiara (all “once upon a time” stories include tiaras, right?), this girl in Savannah went to see a production of Fiddler on the Roof.
Once upon a time, she blogged about it.
A few days later, as she was tasting a single origin chocolate and watching Mamma Mia on the telly, the show’s conductor commented on the girl’s blog post. This made the girl very happy, so she wrote back.
Then in Charleston, shortly before the new year began, the girl received an email from said conductor. His name was S.ThorMaestro, and he wanted to be friends. Pen pals, to be exact.
This made the girl even happier.
In amongst being gobsmacked at her luck, amazed at the power of blogging, and excited by the fun of emailing this no-longer-a-stranger, the girl found herself being offered a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Would she, S.ThorMaestro asked, like to come to Florida when Fiddler took up again in Coral Springs, and thereby see how a professional theatre production worked while also moonlighting as his tourist buddy?
The girl considered, said no, then never blogged again.
Wait, that’s not right. That sounds like our girl several years ago, when she was a teensy bit nervous about life and was perhaps a bit more like a turtle than a go-get-’em alligator.
So, rewind: the metaphorically-tiara-wearing-and-brave-gator-esque girl of the story did, in fact, accept S.ThorMaestro’s invitation with glee.
And that, readers, is the real big reveal, and why I’m currently a musical theatre groupie in a hotel room paid for/with a strange older man. Excitement awaits, but never fear – I shall indeed, as new friends have advised, be safe.
After all, I am a lady.