There's something about butterflies taking flight...
♫ ♫ ♫ [singing]
Born from the excitement of new surroundings
They never arrive at a foreign place unprepared.
Kaleidoscope wings bright and curious carry them to greatness.
We are akin that way adaptation is human nature...
We migrate to wherever we can grow our minds merge as a sea of light bulbs,
our feet wander to whatever makes us feel alive,
our hands break bread with brilliance
and crack open doors to new possibilities.
That's why we've always been able to
call more than one place...
home.
♫ ♫ ♫ [soft classical music]
If every ending is a beginning then what about vice versa?
I'm supposed to go home now, but I'm thinking about inertia.
♫ ♫ ♫ [soft classical music]
I feel I lost an ending somewhere, so I went looking for it in Times Square.
It was empty and 100 degrees... a lonely Minnie Mouse was taking selfies.
If Newton was correct: one nudge could be my great beginning.
♫ ♫ ♫ [soft classical music]
Beginnings are nice, but where's the love for the middle?
What about the daily slog that lets the thing take shape,
little by little?
♫ ♫ ♫ [classical music]
The middle is the magic place.
Nudge me into motion and watch me fill this space
Hello.
This is very serious.
I've been dreaming of subways.
When you're a New Yorker, you're always moving; therefore, these are my favorite
public restrooms on the Isle of Manhattan.
Barnes and Noble.
The Signature Theatre lobby.
The Lincoln Center library, but only the quiet one on the fourth floor next to the archives.
The Westin Times Square.
The Burlington Coat Factory on 125th Street.
The Starbucks Reserve Roastery in Chelsea.
And one I'm keeping for myself.
You sleep and you shower in your apartment, but you live in the city.
I can't wait to go home.
Home again.
♫ ♫ ♫ [soft classical music]
♫ ♫ ♫ [jazz music]
Well, this is scary.
Even before life trapped us here.
♫ ♫ ♫ [jazz music]
Walking through the halls, random notes, and instruments always echoing.
Bodies collapsed outside of rehearsal rooms...
and students muttering to themselves in the elevators.
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That hustle, that drive, that momentum so palpable you can still see it through
that keyhole of a webcam.
Terrifying feeling like you need to earn your place beside
generations of sweaty exhausted masses.
♫ ♫ ♫ [jazz music]
But they're all on this journey with you now, before, and after.
♫ ♫ ♫ [jazz music]
So, don't be scared, you're part of the family now.
Just stay true to your peers and to your art,
and trust they will do the same.
♫ ♫ ♫ [jazz music]
They will, I promise.