Robo and Bobo the Hobos
There are only three times when I get the chills: First, when I feel the Spirit; Second, when someone breathes on or touches the back of my neck; and Third, when I hear a powerful and/or moving song. Tonight, I experienced the third reason multiple times.
So, once upon a time, there was a beautiful girl named Shawnae in a musical called Hairspray. Then there was this girl named Brittany that wanted to go see her in this play at a professional theater. So, she got in her car, and picked up her most lovely friend: Erika. Together, they laughed while they drove for half an hour to get to said place.
Anyway, so Rika and I went to go see Hairspray. We were so giddy and happy about seeing the show that we could hardly contain ourselves in the car. We parked at the theater and began our ascent to the doors…. only to discover signs taped all over stating: TICKETS FOR HAIRSPRAY ARE SOLD OUT FOR TONIGHT. YOU MAY PICK UP TICKETS FOR SATURDAY AND MONDAY. Our hearts sunk like a dead mermaid. We slowly walked up to the ticket booth and asked if there was any way we could buy two tickets for tonight’s show. The lady behind the glass shook her head and muttered, “No.”
“Well,” I said, “What about two seats that are far apart from each other, they don’t need to be close…?” Again another no. So we asked if we could stay and buy someone else’s tickets if they didn’t show up to claim them. The lady behind the glass said, “Maybe. But there are two people before you that are also asking for tickets. It’s going to get pretty busy tonight, so please stay out of the way.” So Rika and I walked solemnly toward the other end of the ticket room to sit on the ground. Our hopes and excitement deflated: we looked utterly helpless as we waited for the show to start in a whole hour.
Hundreds of people came through, claiming will-call tickets, handing them to the ticket man and walking happily into the show. Occasionally, someone would offer an extra ticket to a stander-by. We watched multiple times as seats were being passed to people who came here after us. Since our hopes had been smashed several hundreds of times, we decided that we were going to wallow and wait for the end of people to come. We considered taking a hobo’s cardboard and sharpie and writing upon it: “WILL BUY EXTRA TICKETS. PLEASE HELP US.” And thus, we earned the names Robo and Bobo the Hobos. (Rika and Brittany 
) After about an hour, we decided to put forth the effort in asking people if they had extra tickets they wanted to sell. Unfortunately, no one had any or was willing to sell them. When the play had started and had been running for half an hour, we decided to give up our search. We gathered our things and started to consider leaving for home when the lady behind the glass motioned to us with her pointer finger. We walked in depression to the counter where, to our much surprise and amazement, the lady slid us two tickets under the half-circle hole. Rika and I were speechless, and then when we regained some of our senses asked if we should pay for them. The kind woman told us no, and that the tickets were front row seats. Through tears of happiness, we kindly thanked her and nearly flew to the theater doors. Sure enough, two front row seats lay open waiting for someone to fill them and watch the performance. And oh, what a performance it was…
Needless to say, the angels looked over us tonight. I suppose God wanted us to see this production of Hairspray. Who knows? 
But I made so many memories, got closer to a friend, sang songs of pity and begging for tickets, became a hobo, and laughed till I almost peed. It was a WONDERFUL night. Thanks Rika!!!