Fantasy of the Opera


A masked ball...

My time is winding down at the opera house. With the season over and less than three months to go, it seems like every time I do something I think “this is the last time I’ll ever do that.” It’s a bittersweet feeling because I like my job, and my company. But I am also excited to leave!

In February I worked my last event, following around a photographer, taking people’s names, stealing sushi, looking all cute.

Opera Gala

Opera Gala

Opera Gala

Since one of the biggest perks of my job is free tickets to the opera…free around $200 a seat tickets to the opera…I tried to take advantage of my last few chances.

One of Mat’s improv teammates, Orlando, posted a list to Facebook of things he’s never done. One of them was see an opera so I offered to take him. We went to see Girl of the Golden West, which was a western and interesting and a little different than most operas. Because it was a western. Orlando wasn’t quite impressed with the first act but he warmed up to it in the second.

And my final opera was a few weeks ago. I went to see Hercules a modern interpretation that put the title character in a modern army fatigues. I went by myself and sat in the second row, which was way closer then I’d ever sat before. So I could make out chorus members voices. And I could see the tucked away video live feeding the conductor. And I could see the conductor and into the pit. And the expressions on the singers faces.

In all honesty I didn’t like the opera when I saw it in dress rehearsal. But the second time I enjoyed it. Maybe because I was so close. While opera is supposed to be grand, I prefer things that are more intimate.

I took a photo of my name in the program. It won’t be there next year.

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Hi, I'm Val. I spent most of my 20s in a standstill, unable to pick which path in life I wanted to take. I wanted the nomadic life of a traveler but also wanted the husband, the condo, and the kitten. Unable to decide which life I wanted more, I did nothing. When I turned 30 I’d had enough of putting my life on hold and decided to start “choosing my figs.” So, I quit my job, bought a one-way ticket to Europe, and traveled for three years. Now I'm back in Chicago, decorating my apartment in all the teal, petting my cats, and planning my next adventure.

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