I’m a theater junkie.
It’s not as bad as it was in high school, when I would obsess over musicals from all eras, borrow classic Rogers & Hammerstein movies from the library, and once upon a time thought that West Side Story was the greatest thing I’d ever seen. (I was 14. Indulge me.) But, growing up in Hawai’i, it was really difficult to indulge in passions. I’d go to community theater productions when I could. I took part in the annual Spring Play, where our Drama teacher, Ms. Sandla (a tiny firecracker of a woman who always smelled of Chanel no. 5 and cigarettes) would try to wrangle around 30 high school students every year into something acceptable for “the thea-tah!”. We performed in a hall that had nothing in the way of acoustics, to an audience who had to sit in folding chairs and strain to hear our shouty words as we struggled to belt out something from King and I or do plays with cheap to no royalties, like The Man Who Came to Dinner or Arsenic and Old Lace.
But it was fun, dammit, and I felt in that theater community a sense of place I never really felt anywhere else except online with some fandoms.
So, y’know I’d be all over Hamilton.
It’s a given that this show is the hugest thing in existence. The vivacious blend of hip hop and history sparked a revolution. I started listening to the cast recording not long after it was released, and I haven’t really stopped since. It’s been two years since that moment, and now, finally, I could get a chance to see Hamilton live in San Francisco.
Or I would have if Monday’s American Express pre-sale went more in my favor, but it didn’t. I eagerly went to the designated website on the designated time, and was met with a virtual queue of 60,000+ people.
Every single person who lived within a reasonable distance of the Orpheum Theater in San Francisco seemed to have been trying for tickets that day, and I was one of the unlucky ones who didn’t get lucky at all. What made this all the more maddening was that I had no idea there’s be a virtual queue. I’m an SDCC veteran, dammit, I KNOW HOW TO GET PASSES TO IMPOSSIBLE THINGS.
Or I should, at least, have known that they would be using a virtual queue in the first place, so I should have gotten onto the website sooner than I actually did. I’ll try to get tickets during the general sale, and if that doesn’t work, I’m trying out for the lottery as often as I can. But for now, my dreams of seeing this most elusive of musicals are remaining dreams.