Singular Sensation: The Triumph of Broadway

by Michael Riedel

“Listen to me,” Brooks told her. “You’ll meet us in the morning, we’ll have coffee, we’ll work, you’ll do rehearsals and you’ll go home and you’ll cry your fucking eyes out. But you’ll come back the next morning and you’ll smile, you’ll laugh, and then you’ll go home and cry. But when you’re with me you’ll have fun. And that’s how you’ll get through this. Because if you just cry you’ll wither away.” It was an offer she couldn’t refuse.

Beautiful thoughts on getting through grief.