When we arrived at the New Amsterdam Theater, the venue of the Broadway show, Aladdin, I was a mess. My hair was in disarray, my face was wet from tears, my eyes red, and I was panting like a horse that just lost a race. The front-of-house staff saw us and assured us that we were just in time. They scanned our tickets, gave us our playbills, and ushered us inside. They said it would be another couple of minutes before they closed the doors. A couple of minutes! That was close