November 18, 2006.

I sat in the darkened auditorium of the high school, listening to the orchestra pit fire up and fiddling with the program in my hand.

Act 1, Scene 1. The train station.

There was a funny little set that a group of boys dressed in business suits were rocking to make it look like it was a moving train. One paced, muttering, “And the Model T Ford…” He had dark curly hair that bounced about his face, a few inches above his shoulders. He paced with a sort of gaiety, and his voice was…I didn’t even know. Where had I seen him before? There was this air he had about him, I noticed it then. He captured my attention that first scene.

But I didn’t care. I was here to see Brad. And that I did. He was amazing, and that performance is what put me over the edge. Hearing him sing made me cry. I liked him officially from that moment. I can’t say that I fell in love, because it wasn’t love. To quote “The Little Prince”, I was too young to know how to love him. We’ll get to that, too.