Visitas

Written by Abraham Rebollo

A sunny day, temperature in the mid-50s (could it finally be Spring?) with a cold wind to rein in anyone foolish enough to have dressed for warm weather. The smell of mulch looms in the air, intermingling with the smell of… indecision?

It was visiting weekend this past weekend at Harvard, bringing hordes of high school seniors trying so desperately to make their school decision before the deadline (c’mon guys, between the financial aid, meal plan, and guaranteed 4-year housing, the choice really is that simple). I do my best to avoid the hordes at all costs. That is, until the activities fair, where my introverted side (libra sun) has to take the back seat so my more extroverted self (aries moon) can get as many talented prefrosh as possible to agree to join our organization come fall.

I arrived at our stand, with its tri-fold covered in (old) production photos, a jar holding what appeared to be fairy wands(?) and British flags, and chocolate candies scattered about to entice passers-by (like a venus fly trap but fun!). I went into the board office, donned a beautiful orange flower crown over my baseball cap, and set to work. Richard and Sabrina covered the same shift as I, asking any freshman who made the mistake of making eye contact with us or looking in our general direction if they were “interested in musical theatre?” Many were frightened by this very question. Those who weren’t, however, seemed quite promising. A lot of them were instrumentalists, many of whom were violinists/cellists. Of those interested who were singers, many sang the lower voice parts. Perhaps a good sign that we will, in the future, be very easily able to find string players and male chorus members?

Fingers-crossed, I suppose we’ll find out when we start Patience in the fall!