Furtive Movements
SHOWBOAT CLOSED AT the Ziegfeld. The musical’s colorful “performers,” “stagehands” and “dock workers” are again constrained to Edna Ferber’s book.
I kicked the seat in front of me. I’d long been infatuated with the now inaccessible Gaylord Ravenal. My ticket stub collection proves my feelings to be the genuine article. Even though his avatar shifted among actors over the course of productions, I continued adoring him. I oughtn’t to have procrastinated going backstage.
Tonight, when the theatre went dark, my common sense struggled with my hormones. Once more, I pondered dressing rooms. In one of those chambers, a charming gambler disrobes.
By the time I reach the secured area, however, only janitorial staff and a lone security guard remain. Costumes and props are watch
