Jeffrey Seller

You know, he was tall and lanky and had curly brown hair.

And he just attacked this piano ferociously.

And he was singing these songs about turning 30.

And how he had this...

Image or the sound that kept going off in his head, tick, tick, boom.

He thought he was going to explode because he was a writer of rock musicals that nobody wanted to produce because he lived in the fourth floor walk up of an apartment down on Greenwich with a bathtub in the kitchen where all the roommates had to switch off on who could use it at what time.

He was an amazing performer, and he was singing these songs through the most amazing rock music that was giving me goosebumps all over my arms.

And, you know, here was the question.

Should he keep writing rock musicals that nobody wants to produce?

Or should he take a job as an advertising copywriter where he'll finally have some money and get health insurance and a better apartment and maybe be able to go on a vacation?

And what do I do?

Do I sell out or do I keep pursuing my passion?

And I thought, how is this guy telling my life story when I've never even met him before?

Because I felt exactly the same way as a 25-year-old booker who really wanted to be a producer.

Oh, my God.

You know, Jonathan said about the shows that were happening in the late 80s into the early 90s, those aren't our characters.

That's not our music.

Those aren't our stories.

And, you know, the first shows that meant something to me were like a chorus line where I looked up on that stage.

I'm a 14-year-old kid, and they're telling stories of their lives.