| When I saw the “On the Twentieth Century” revival, my row was almost completely empty. (Kristin Chenoweth was out, ugh, so perhaps people didn’t stay, or maybe it was simply early.) In any case, my seat was on one aisle, and at the far other end of my row, also sitting alone, was Karen Ziemba, with no one between us. I nodded to her, smiled, and gave a little friendly wave, then I sat down and opened up my Playbill. Next thing I know, she’s moved over to the seat next to me and says “If no one sits here, can I sit next to you?” She was utterly sweet. We had a really nice conversation before the curtain and during intermission. |
