The scene Sunday was the best we could have hoped for: a crowd of fringe goers clamoring to see our final performance at this year’s FringeNYC; waiting, hoping, that maybe, just maybe, someone would have an extra ticket. Maybe an industry comp wouldn’t show. Maybe we’d counted wrong and there was, in fact, one seat left.

We did what we could. The director, playwright, and producers gave up their seats and unclaimed comps were released the minute before curtain. Yet still, short of people sitting on each other’s laps (a noted fire hazard), there would alas be some disappointed patrons come 4:01pm. The bad news that they had missed their chance was a bitter pill for those turned away, but for us there was a sweet taste that followed. There was no denying it: we had a hit.