richardiii 1st generation author

the year was 2011, as soon as i heard about this play "richard iii" coming to istanbul which kevin spacey and sam mendes involved in, i started making plans to get two student tickets. *

tickets were going on sale at 10 am, so if i took the first bus at 6, i'd be able to join the queue. i overslept. i woke up at 8. i was devastated. i was so angry i nearly cried when i got up. but still, i managed to arrive early, thinking i could comfortably get in line... i was crushed to see at least 200 people ahead of me.

i kept counting the people in the queue while biting my nails, but refused to give up, so i waited. my love and i both really wanted to see the play, partly because of our admiration for both kevin spacey and sam mendes and partly because i dabble in amateur theater myself.

i made friends in the queue for 2 hours. i constantly tried to get news from the front of the line. finally, the moment came, the queue started moving. people started passing through, showing their tickets. there were 100 people left ahead of me. i could see the box office at last, but suddenly people started turning back. "tickets are sold out," was what we heard.

of the 100 people ahead of me, only two protested while the others dispersed, and the box office clerk called for the officials. after one or two phone calls, it turned out that the tickets weren't actually sold out, and there were even 30-40 tickets left. the box office was going to reopen. by this time, there were only 10 people ahead of me! the box office reopened, the 10 people in front of me each got their tickets, and i easily moved forward and got our two student tickets.

when we saw "row:3 seat:9" on our student ticket, my love and i joked, "they must have counted the seats from the back," and started waiting for the day. even if it was the 3rd row from the back, we'd be extremely happy, so we didn't even think about the ticket's location.

the day came, and the hall was in sight. almost everyone at the door was someone familiar from either tv or cinema. under normal circumstances, i'd bend over backward to talk to them if i saw them on the street, but i walked in without caring. *

i asked about the 3rd row. the staff gave us directions that almost made me lose my mind right there. the excitement was already at its peak; i was going to watch shakespeare performed by kevin spacey, and i was going to experience this from the 3rd row, in front!!

we were going crazy with happiness, but when we asked the people on the right and left, they said they paid crazy amounts plus used their influential connections to get those. we were going to die of happiness. we got them for dead cheap; we later learned that it was a favor from kevin spacey for students to afford the play.

the play started, the minor changes in kevin spacey's opening monologue and the images of current events in the background hinted at how the team interpreted richard iii. i watched the first act with my mouth watering.

but i couldn't get into the bootleg scene; i took a few photos and put my phone down when i made eye contact with kevin. at the end of the act, kevin spacey exited the stage by directly pointing out a spectator in the front rows. immediately, 15-20 staff members rushed in, the hall doors were closed, etc. apparently, someone was recording with a camera, and kevin spacey had seen them from the stage. an announcement was made, stating, "if a similar situation is noticed by the actors, the performance will be canceled."

the second act flowed by like water. i don't have the audacity to critique the play. let me just say this much: with this cast, this play has reached the pinnacle of theater. the music, the set, the costumes, the interpretation were all outstanding. the actors were beyond words. can a role fit a person this well?

i swear if kevin spacey came down from the stage and said, "i was actually richard iii, i've been fooling you all these years, i'm immortal," i would have believed it, to that extent. *

the things that stayed with me from the play: of course, the legendary "a horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!" monologue, the actor playing henry tudor almost falling on stage, lord stanley's acting, the dialogue between lady anne and richard on stage, the ritual-like ceremony performed by all the actors playing drums on stage, and the perfect gray uniforms worn by the actors.

most importantly, due to the structure of the play, richard frequently interacted with the audience. i even saw kevin spacey looking directly at me sometimes, what more could i want??

tldr; those who left the line when they heard the tickets were sold out made the mistake of their lives. if they had waited, they would have seen the play. seeing kevin spacey in person from 10 meters away with direct interaction is already very rare, and the organizers made it even harder for everyone. this is one of those memories i'll cherish forever.

edit: it didn't seem this long when i was writing.*
the year was 2011, as soon as i heard about this play "richard iii" coming to istanbul which kevin spacey and sam mendes involved in, i started making plans to get two student tickets. *

tickets were going on sale at 10 am, so if i took the first bus at 6, i'd be able to join the queue. i overslept. i woke up at 8. i was devastated. i was so angry i nearly cried when i got up. but still, i managed to arrive early, thinking i could comfortably get in line... i was crushed to see at least 200 people ahead of me.

i kept counting the people in the queue while biting my nails, but refused to give up, so i waited. my love and i both really wanted to see the play, partly because of our admiration for both kevin spacey and sam mendes and partly because i dabble in amateur theater myself.

i made friends in the queue for 2 hours. i constantly tried to get news from the front of the line. finally, the moment came, the queue started moving. people started passing through, showing their tickets. there were 100 people left ahead of me. i could see the box office at last, but suddenly people started turning back. "tickets are sold out," was what we heard.

of the 100 people ahead of me, only two protested while the others dispersed, and the box office clerk called for the officials. after one or two phone calls, it turned out that the tickets weren't actually sold out, and there were even 30-40 tickets left. the box office was going to reopen. by this time, there were only 10 people ahead of me! the box office reopened, the 10 people in front of me each got their tickets, and i easily moved forward and got our two student tickets.

when we saw "row:3 seat:9" on our student ticket, my love and i joked, "they must have counted the seats from the back," and started waiting for the day. even if it was the 3rd row from the back, we'd be extremely happy, so we didn't even think about the ticket's location.

the day came, and the hall was in sight. almost everyone at the door was someone familiar from either tv or cinema. under normal circumstances, i'd bend over backward to talk to them if i saw them on the street, but i walked in without caring. *

i asked about the 3rd row. the staff gave us directions that almost made me lose my mind right there. the excitement was already at its peak; i was going to watch shakespeare performed by kevin spacey, and i was going to experience this from the 3rd row, in front!!

we were going crazy with happiness, but when we asked the people on the right and left, they said they paid crazy amounts plus used their influential connections to get those. we were going to die of happiness. we got them for dead cheap; we later learned that it was a favor from kevin spacey for students to afford the play.

the play started, the minor changes in kevin spacey's opening monologue and the images of current events in the background hinted at how the team interpreted richard iii. i watched the first act with my mouth watering.

but i couldn't get into the bootleg scene; i took a few photos and put my phone down when i made eye contact with kevin. at the end of the act, kevin spacey exited the stage by directly pointing out a spectator in the front rows. immediately, 15-20 staff members rushed in, the hall doors were closed, etc. apparently, someone was recording with a camera, and kevin spacey had seen them from the stage. an announcement was made, stating, "if a similar situation is noticed by the actors, the performance will be canceled."

the second act flowed by like water. i don't have the audacity to critique the play. let me just say this much: with this cast, this play has reached the pinnacle of theater. the music, the set, the costumes, the interpretation were all outstanding. the actors were beyond words. can a role fit a person this well?

i swear if kevin spacey came down from the stage and said, "i was actually richard iii, i've been fooling you all these years, i'm immortal," i would have believed it, to that extent. *

the things that stayed with me from the play: of course, the legendary "a horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!" monologue, the actor playing henry tudor almost falling on stage, lord stanley's acting, the dialogue between lady anne and richard on stage, the ritual-like ceremony performed by all the actors playing drums on stage, and the perfect gray uniforms worn by the actors.

most importantly, due to the structure of the play, richard frequently interacted with the audience. i even saw kevin spacey looking directly at me sometimes, what more could i want??

tldr; those who left the line when they heard the tickets were sold out made the mistake of their lives. if they had waited, they would have seen the play. seeing kevin spacey in person from 10 meters away with direct interaction is already very rare, and the organizers made it even harder for everyone. this is one of those memories i'll cherish forever.

watching cartoons during breakfast. i enjoy it just as much as i did when i was a kid. jetsons just ended, and now i'm starting the wonderful adventures of nils. and to preserve that innocence and those lofty feelings, i am absolutely, not binge-watching. no way, never.

living alone can be really tough at times. you come home, cook your meal by yourself, and eat by yourself. even the dishes are just for one. the laundry is only for one person. you sit on a big couch all alone. you lie in a huge bed, under a double-sized blanket, but it's just you. man, it's hard!

do you know what it's like to walk into the kitchen alone? or to stare into the void while having breakfast at the table? you drink tea by yourself, wait for the night to come, take a shower, brush your teeth, and sleep alone. even your dreams are for one.

your books belong only to you. the pens on the desk are yours alone, and your notebooks are filled only with your notes. if someone knocks on your door, it's either the neighbor or the doorman. even your friends have become pairs, and you feel like there's no place for you.

i absolutely hate shopping. but if i had serious cash, i'm hiring a personal stylist and just living my life without a care. no more stressing about what to wear. i mean, why should i be thinking? i'm literally paying not to think, that's their job. i'm rich, baby. rich!

if i fall asleep right this second, how many hours will i have slept by the time i wake up? okay, even if i don't sleep right now but manage to doze off in 10 minutes, how many hours will that be? if only i had fallen asleep 30 minutes ago, i'd have already slept for x hours by now.. and so on, doing these completely pointless and useless calculations has kept me awake for hours more times than i'd like to admit.

at a gathering, while explaining how anything could become possible if the foundations of mathematics were changed, someone jokingly challenges him to prove that he is god by using 1=2. russell responds with, "put god and me in a room, how many are we? two. but if two equals one, that means there's only one person in the room. so, i must be god."