When I was twelve, an authoritative voice came over the loud speaker demanding my presence in the front office of my school. My mother had surprised me with tickets to see Aida on Broadway. To this day, she has no idea how paramount that surprise was. To a child who needed the distraction in her life, these stubs of paper were everything. In the theatre all my twelve year old problems melted away. My pet dying the week before, my loss in the school elections, the loathing I felt for my hair and body. All of it was gone by the second act. I want to be the reason a mother pulls her child out of class and takes the LIRR to Broadway. I want to make a difference in someone’s life, even if I’m simply a distraction for a few hours.