Hepcat and I spent a night at the opera. Beethoven’s Fidelio at the Met. But the REALLY EXCITING PART: my best Friend from high school, soprano Amy Burton, a frequent performer with the New York City opera, had a huge role as Marzelline (the prison warden’s daughter who is in love with Fideolio. But Fidelio is actually a woman named Leonore, the wife of Floristan, a prisoner slowly dying in soitary confinement in the deep depths of the prison). Poor Marzelline.

How to describe sitting in the fourth to last row of the orchestra (DD), dead center, watching a friend singing on stage at the MET. 

What a thrill. And she was fantastic. Truly, madly, deeply. Fantastic. I loved the opera, all the singers, the sets. EVERYTHING.

THANKS AMY FOR GIVING ME A NIGHT AT THE OPERA I WILL NEVER FORGET.

Note: the woman pictured IS NOT Amy Burton.