The last show I saw was on March 6, 2020. Strangely, I think about intermission the most. I remember washing my hands, willing intermission to drag a little longer so I could wash my hands for the CDC recommended time before returning to my seat, where I’d sit elbow to elbow with the rest of the audience. After that, I let myself be whisked away by the show, coronavirus didn’t exist in the world of the show and no longer mattered to me. That memory doesn’t feel like four months ago – it feels like an alternate reality. I couldn’t fathom the idea that the show would never get an opening night, that theatre would be empty in a few weeks, everyone on stage and behind it out of work. And here we are.