And it wasn’t the fault of the Cult. They were quite good, even though they started 90 minutes late. It wasn’t my husband’s fault either. It wasn’t even the venues wheelchair section that affords the best view in the place… if only the people seated in every row in front of me weren’t standing through the whole show, or at least as much as we stayed for. There’s really no way I can put the way I felt, sitting there in my wheelchair, watching people who were older than me , I’m 59 and who should have sat down during the first 40 minutes at least for half a song. By the time the Cult played an instrumental version of my favorite song, Edie, I felt like I just shouldn’t exist at all. I lasted through the next song, Sweet Soul Sister, and then I couldn’t take it anymore, so I shouted into hubby’s ear and asked if we could go. Thankfully, he understood, and we left.
I’ve been to many shows in the theater and have never had the same issue. Of course, they were comedy, drag shows, or ballets. I guess I won’t be enjoying live music again, and that’s really a shame .