I took my brother and went to see last act. Goose really did a marvelous thing with this show. She tapped into the best of the neurodivergent internet community and gave them something to come out of their basements for. Please understand I mean this in the BEST POSSIBLE WAY.
I heard people crying at “the scene” (glitch said no spoilers but if you’ve seen it you know exactly the one I’m talking about). I heard people singing along with the theme introducing the cast members. The applause at the end wasn’t ceremonial and exaggerated but genuine. It felt like the audience finally exhaled together.
There was a scene with Jax unloading some personal shit that was really heavy where my eyes went wide and I slowly turned to my brother and even in the dark he said he felt it.
“Dude, it’s mom.”
And yet it hit different in a crowd like this than it would with damn near any other fandom. I felt…heard. For something a purple asshole said for me. I’m 40 fucking years old and the abuse I’ve carried around for years suddenly felt lighter.
Gooseworks, you might have convinced me to give therapy another try.
Thank you.
That sudden cut to what we all saw coming, the audience was wailing. That hurt more than processing it myself, that it hurt others so much. You need to see this with an audience.
I hoped for some salvation at the end but life is not fair.
There was salvation. They were understood. They never felt understood and accepted before.