The last show I saw before the great theatrical shutdown of 2020 was the Broadway production of "Six" on March 11. As I sat there in my seat, questioning my own judgement and obsessive tendencies at every moment, I watched a cast hug, kiss, link arms and sing right in each other’s faces.
Whatever I was risking to do my job, they were risking far more.
At the end of the night, I ran out of the theater like a scalded cat. They went back to their cramped dressing rooms, no doubt filled with unscreened dressers, visitors and any number of other random people, any one of whom could have brought along the virus.