My daughter, who has decided she wants to be on Broadway as a career, was quite jealous that I got to stand on a Broadway stage, and the day after opening night no less. By the way, the pianist who you can barely see in some of the photos is Mike Jones, and he was amazing. He was the source of all music before, during, and after the show, and he was absolutely mesmerizing.
The reason I point out my seat is that Penn & Teller love to include the audience in their shows and everyone who gets called on stage gets to keep whatever prop they used. Though I did not get called on stage, at one point in the show they do something with a lemon, and after the bit Teller tossed the lemon to me in the audience. He picked me. He picked me! I was a part of the show! I’m still deciding if I can add “Performed on Broadway” to my resume.
Since Meghan collects signed Playbills and Posters from Broadway performances, I had to take the opportunity to get my Playbills signed. That meant waiting patiently in two throngs of people to meet celebrities, which is not something I’d normally do. For my daughters, though, I’d do anything, so I waited my turn for both of them.
For me the entire thing seemed like a security nightmare, but they both handled it with grace and aplomb, though I did notice that Penn always kept his back to one of the large pillars. Hell, I would have situated myself the same way.
Teller, who never speaks on stage, was delightfully charismatic while being surrounded by fans, having conversations with all of them, signing anything they offered, and taking selfies galore. When it was my turn I got my two Playbills signed (one for each daughter), and then asked with a smile if he would sign my lemon. He was delighted, held it up for the crowd and announced that sometimes audience members even get free lemons!
Getting the lemon back to my hotel room unharmed and unsmudged was a bit of a challenge, but I managed to keep it intact enough for the photo at the top of this page. One of the Playbills has already been secreted away to Meghan’s archival-quality Playbill Collection Book, and will probably end up in a frame. As for the lemon, it’s currently sitting on my desk slowly decomposing as citrus fruits are wont to do. My signed lemon won’t last long, but the memories will, and memories are almost always better than keepsakes, unless the keepsake in question is signed. And a lemon.