I prefer plays, musicals, and other such live performances to movies, for a movie’s perfection is permanently captured; frozen in time, indefinately repeatable without variance. But with performances, by virtue of them being done in real-time before you, there always exists the potential for error. Of course, this is a highly unlikely occurence, for I imagine, after so many rehearsals, those actors and dancers are operating in a sort of altered state of consciousness, their lines delivered and movements executed almost automatically. But there is a nonzero possibility of it happening. At best, a ten-second delay in dialogue while an actor’s memory momentarily fails them; at worst, a ballerina in an annual Christmastide production of The Nutcracker messes up a landing– she falls, hurts herself…under the hot stage lights, before the gaze of 500 spectators.
There is always a possibility of this happening.
And one day, I shall be lucky enough to witness it, to have this moment of human weakness, this moment of broken illusions, sealed away in my memory for the rest of my life.