One of us came rushing from all day meetings at an ad agency. The other one fell off a bus with her friends from the Summer Youth Theatre Group she is a part of.
One of us was rushing off to hell. The other back to more meetings. Sorry, not hell but “Wicked”.
Still, for a few minutes two generations of rock nycers collided at the Gershwin in Manhattan and here is the proof.
13 year old Mary Magpie writes out of Connecticut and has been writing for rock nyc for nearly a year and if you had read her and then met her, it is a bit culture shocky.
Still with vegan muffins in hand for Todd and myself, and in a ripped tee-shirt, she was almost what you might expect from a woman able to get hardcore rocks to admit they have Adam Lambert on their ipods: completely lovely!!
As for me: I was my usual charming self.
After buying a Witches hat for her mother Helen Bach, I went rushing off into the Manhattan afternoon and Miss Magpie went to see the not all bad except for the music “Wicked”.