Actually, it started off on the wrong foot. The tickets were only fifteen dollars, as we were students. I had no cash on me, so I had intended to use the dwindling amount in my charge card to pay for the ticket. Well, they only took cash, and I didn't have enough money to withdraw the minimum amount from the ATM and pay the withdraw fee. So I had to ask someone to cover me. I don't like to borrow money from people, so I wasn't too happy about it, but I made do. When I asked, about three people had said they would pay for me, so I decided after the play I would just figure out who ended up paying for me and pay them back later.
We got our tickets, and went to our seats, which were in the nosebleed section, literally one seat from the back of the theatre. However, we were watching Sweeney Todd LIVE, so I was okay with that.
The show was amazing. The theatre we were watching it in was rather small, (think high school stage) so the show itself was extremely minimalist. How minimalist? Well, the actors, when not singing, were also the orchestra, there was no scene changes, the actors in each scene just stood up and did their bit, and they used the same props in each scene, only rotating when necessary.
If I hadn't seen the movie before hand, and known what was going on, I would have hated it, because I would have been totally lost. However, as I knew what was SUPPOSED to be happening, it was an amazing, almost surreal experience. There is something amazing about seeing Misses Lovett finish singing "Have a little Priest" then start playing a tuba.
But the epicness doesn't stop there. During the intermission, when we were about to walk out of the theatre, a lady from towards the front of the theatre was standing at the door, and handed one of my friends four tickets, saying that the show was not to her taste, and she was leaving.
The four seats were front row seats.
The seats had cost 80 dollars
After some discussion over who would be the four to move down, me and three other friends moved down the the front row, close enough to see Misses Lovett's tattoo. Close enough that, if there had been a splatter zone, we would have gotten soaked in blood. Close enough that we caught each of the actor's little expressions.
Sounds like an amazing experience, no? But the amazing-ness still didn't stop. When we got back to campus, I asked around to figure out who had paid for my ticket.
No one had.
I got a free fifteen dollar ticket, then another free eighty dollar ticket.