It's Tony Awards night, the biggest awards night in theatre, so I figured that it's worthy of a Spotlight.
All I have to say right now is that I have a warm-fuzzy-feeling-inducing acceptance speech story prepared now for the day when I walk up onto that stage. My first summer living in New York City, and I don't have a TV, and the Tony's aren't online. So my dad makes a Skype and holds it up to the TV at home so I can see Sutton Foster dance and sing, and I realize that I have the greatest parents in the world, and without them, I don't even know what I'd do. They marveled at the puppetry of War Horse and I explained about who I wanted to win and we laughed at NPH, and he made sure I could see the Tony's even as far away as I was.
So thank you, mom. Thank you, dad. If I can grow up to be half as loving and fun as you, I will be a fulfilled woman.
Congratulations to all of the winners (I knew Mormon was gonna sweep it, and there was no way in hell Mark Rylance wasn't getting his award), and a special congratulations to my teacher Sutton Foster for her second Tony. :) We miss you at New Studio!