When I step into the McKittrick Hotel
When I step into the McKittrick Hotel I make a bargain with myself, with the performers, with the music, with my fellow audience members, with the walls themselves that I will let go. That I will live in wordless emotional abandon for three hours. That I will give all of myself to that moment, to that performance, and simply exist. I wander the floors of the hotel with eager anticipation of encountering the unknown. Sleep No More is my safe space, even amidst the blood and murder. A place where I can be completely and authentically myself. Each night I walk into the McKittrick Hotel, I experience pure magic.
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I can’t express
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