All these months later, as we go about our pandemic days, waiting to be out in the world again, I think about that moment when Lucy began to dance in Richard Nelson’s recent play The Michaels, an ordinary moment that cracked open and allowed an extraordinary grace to emerge. It’s helped me mourn all that we are missing: the live performances we can’t attend because there are none, the lost jobs, the out-of-work performers, the struggling institutions. And, of course, the dead.
Source : Cracking Open the Ordinary in the Plays of Richard Nelson
