Once upon a time, there was a songwriter in New York who worked at a cat sanctuary on the Lower East Side. She spent her days strumming her guitar and taking care of her feline friends, all while worrying about the fate of her beloved Broadway show, “Phantom”.

As the pandemic raged on, the songwriter’s anxiety grew. Would the majestic theater in which “Phantom” resided survive the economic fallout? Would the phantom himself catch COVID-19? These were the questions that kept her up at night.

But alas, like a glimmer of sunshine on a rainy day, the day finally came when “Phantom” reopened. The songwriter breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that her favorite show was safe for the time being.

However, as she looked down at her abdomen, she realized that her loyalty to “Phantom” went deeper than she thought. For there, etched in ink, was the address of the majestic theater where the show had taken residence for so many years.

With a wry grin, the songwriter mused about what would come next. Would another show take “Phantom’s” place at the majestic, or would the theater remain dark and empty, the ghost of the phantom haunting its halls?

One thing was for sure: the songwriter would be in trouble if a crappy show replaced her beloved “Phantom”. So here’s hoping for something good to come along and take its place. Cheers to that!

Serious News: nytimes