Sam Fragoso

The gist of it is I haven't got a story left in my head.

I can't hear that line and not think of the dynamic between you and your father.

I can't hear it and think, oh, like for you to do that line night after night because he passed away when you were so young.

And now for you at the highest possible stage to do what you have done, to be awarded sort of ironically for a story about someone whose career didn't work out.

I don't know.

Like I hear that line and it's just – I wonder where it lands with you today and night to night.

I saw the play this past week.

And, you know, like a traditional curtain call, everyone comes out.

You're the last one that comes out.

And I was standing there.

We were all applauding.

Many of the people next to me were weeping.

And I saw you walk out on stage.

And you took a bow.

And there was some look in your face that I had not seen in the play

but saw very clearly in that moment.

It was almost as if there was like an exhale.

There was so much emotion in that.

And I could not help but think, oh, that's the kid who performed in the cafeteria at St.

Peter's.