At The CCP Box-Office
Almost a quarter past seven. Wednesday. August 18, 2010. I was at the box-office of CCP to get tickets for CATS.
“Do you still have tickets for tomorrow night’s show?” That’s me asking the box-office attendant on the other side of the glass wall. Other than me on queue, if we could even call it a queue, were two ladies in black cocktail dresses of different but equally elegant cuts. The ladies in black were waiting patiently for their turn to transact for whatever they wanted from the box-office. I am saying this because one of the ladies was already holding a ticket, maybe tickets. The other lady, I saw a while ago, got off, unescorted, from an elegant non-Limousine black car. She reminded me of Vera, the character played by Angel Aquino in Magkaribal. She didn’t look like Angel Aquino though. Angel Aquino is definitely much fairer than this lady. It’s just the way this lady was in her cocktail dress that reminded me of Magkaribal, particularly of Vera.
‘Yes,” the attendant replied. She looked amiable. “Here’s the seat plan of the orchestra,” she continued. She swiveled the computer monitor so I could see the schematic of the seats of the orchestra. The seats were color-coded.
“What do the colors mean?” I inquired.
“The blue seats at the middle cost 6,000 pesos each,” she explained. “The pink seats at the back and sides cost 4,500 each.”
I thought: expensive. It took me a short while before I could decide what to do next. I turned around, halfway, and looked at the ladies in black behind me. I supposed they didn’t care if my transaction at the box office took longer. The ladies still looked patient, which made them look more gorgeous.
I remembered my friend who had availed of discounted tickets for CATS. “Do you still have discounted tickets?” I hesitantly asked for which she answered: “Yes we still have discounted tickets. Do you want discounted tickets?”
Whoa! What if I didn’t ask for discounted tickets?
Anyway, I seized the opportunity. “What’s the discounted price for the 4,500-peso seat?”
“3,500 pesos,” she replied.
I bought two discounted tickets for seats one of which was immediately adjacent to a 6,000-peso seat. When I turned around to leave the box-office I saw the ladies-in-black already chatting.
“Do you still have tickets for tomorrow night’s show?” That’s me asking the box-office attendant on the other side of the glass wall. Other than me on queue, if we could even call it a queue, were two ladies in black cocktail dresses of different but equally elegant cuts. The ladies in black were waiting patiently for their turn to transact for whatever they wanted from the box-office. I am saying this because one of the ladies was already holding a ticket, maybe tickets. The other lady, I saw a while ago, got off, unescorted, from an elegant non-Limousine black car. She reminded me of Vera, the character played by Angel Aquino in Magkaribal. She didn’t look like Angel Aquino though. Angel Aquino is definitely much fairer than this lady. It’s just the way this lady was in her cocktail dress that reminded me of Magkaribal, particularly of Vera.
‘Yes,” the attendant replied. She looked amiable. “Here’s the seat plan of the orchestra,” she continued. She swiveled the computer monitor so I could see the schematic of the seats of the orchestra. The seats were color-coded.
“What do the colors mean?” I inquired.
“The blue seats at the middle cost 6,000 pesos each,” she explained. “The pink seats at the back and sides cost 4,500 each.”
I thought: expensive. It took me a short while before I could decide what to do next. I turned around, halfway, and looked at the ladies in black behind me. I supposed they didn’t care if my transaction at the box office took longer. The ladies still looked patient, which made them look more gorgeous.
I remembered my friend who had availed of discounted tickets for CATS. “Do you still have discounted tickets?” I hesitantly asked for which she answered: “Yes we still have discounted tickets. Do you want discounted tickets?”
Whoa! What if I didn’t ask for discounted tickets?
Anyway, I seized the opportunity. “What’s the discounted price for the 4,500-peso seat?”
“3,500 pesos,” she replied.
I bought two discounted tickets for seats one of which was immediately adjacent to a 6,000-peso seat. When I turned around to leave the box-office I saw the ladies-in-black already chatting.
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