It is said that writers are great observers of the nuances of life. The following is what I observed at a 20 minute intermission at a musical theatre production. It gives a great insight into the little details that make characters in novels relatable.
Observation: About 1,000 people. Mostly seniors and middle aged. Intermission begins, most everyone stands up.
Observation: About 450 smartphone screen light up.
Observation B: 90% iPhone, 8% Galaxy, 2% other.
Observation: Family of four. Mom playing Words with Friends on iPhone. Dad checking e-mails on Android phone. Youngest daughter playing game on Galaxy smartphone. Oldest daughter helping mom with Words with Friends. Minor interaction between mother / daughter. Father finishes e-mail checking, watches youngest daughter playing game. Mutters something.
Observation: Man next to me is 40s, black hair brown eyes. Pulls out smartphone at beginning of intermission. Stares into screen for the entire 20 minutes His wife doesn’t see to care.
Observation: Elderly man wearing white fedora and gray flannel suit. He is walking a few rows down from me. He pauses, talk to to a group of friends about the play, hugs them, and walks away. The gait in his walk suggests he has trouble with is right knee. His infectious smile spreads to all whom he speaks to.
Observation: A heavyset middle aged woman stands to my right, talking with her friends about the production. She has blonde hair (dyed), a red and black flower print dress, ad gold, dangling earrings. She enjoyed the movie, but thinks this particular production blows it out of the water.
Observation: Tech crew takes a break behind me. Mostly wasting time on a smartphone.
Observation: Orchestra reenters the pit about 15 minutes into intermission. Begins warming up. Conductor looks tired.
Observation: Young man, late teens or early twenties, looks like a woman from far away. His red hair is down the the small of his back and so curly that it extends a good six inches on all sides.
Observation: Volunteer ushers seem to be following the command of one elderly volunteer. Looks like she takes this thing very seriously. It’s probably her only hobby and now that her husband is dead, she devotes her entire life to it. Or so it seems. Being a volunteer usher at this theatre would not be a fun experience.