Dear Rent fans,
Thank you so much for reading my stories and viewing my fan art. Thank you for the supportive comments and the nice compliments.
Thank you for participating in Rent message boards and discussing intricate details of the show. Thank you for picking apart characters and plots. Thank you for comparing the movie and the musical. Thank you for talking about the casts, the crew, the fans and the creative team.
As you know, Rent will close in September of 2008. When I found out, I cried. Fortunately for me, I will get to see the National Tour of Rent in March. Some fans have had the luxury of seeing Rent off Broadway, on Broadway or in the National Tour. Some fans have seen it multiple times.
But it's not about how many times you've seen the show, or what your favourite character is or whether the movie was good or not. For me, Rent is about a young artist writing a show that people could actually relate to, regardless of who they were and where they lived, what they had done with their lives and even why they bothered seeing Rent at all.
Rent is all about the little things- the poetic lyrics or burning electric guitar of Rent, the clever rhymes of La Vie Boheme, the delicately sorrowful arpeggios of Goodbye Love or the heartbreaking intimacy of Finale B.
This now-legendary musical shattered a jaded, stale Broadway and smashed records. It sold millions of albums, attracted scores of fans, and most importantly, changed the ideas a lot of people have about AIDS, homosexuality and homelessness. Rent brought teenagers into the theatre.
What did Rent do to me? It introduced me to a lot of issues. It filled my head with beautiful melodies and at times soaring, at times painful lyrics. I alternately cheered and wept for the characters, who seemed so real.
I want to thank Jonathan Larson. This may sound clichéd or contrite, but Rent has really changed me in so many ways. I'm a jaded audience member and few shows can inspire me at all. But for all its flaws, Rent is really something. It's been on Broadway for twelve years and it will continue to be a part of me forever. Entertainment comes and goes but Rent is the musical that made me socially aware. It also introduced me to a whole genre. I love this show, and I love the fans and I want all of us to remember the rock opera that truly changed us.
If you started out in 1996, and stuck with Rent all the way through, thank you. If you've been here a few years, thank you. If you're just feeling your way around the fandom, thank you too.
I will continue to write fan fiction for Rent until it can no longer touch me the way it has for the past few years. But for now, Rent still rocks.
It's really painful for me to imagine the Nederlander on West 41st street empty, or filled with another show. No more stark black and white logo, no more Seasons of Love original Broadway cast members on the doors. No more obsessed Rentheads scrambling for rush tickets, or kids flying out to New York City just to hear Angel and Collins sing I'll Cover You, or hear the electric guitarist riff their way through What You Own.
I love this musical, and its fans, and its cast members, creative team members, and especially its creator, Jonathan Larson, who sacrificed everything for the sake of art, and never got to see his own success. This is art. This is theatre. Rent is everything that Broadway was ever meant to be.
Goodbye Mark, Roger, Mimi, Collins, Angel, Joanne and Maureen. Goodbye abstract metal sculpture and blue hologram pants and anient wind-up camera.
Thank you so much, Rent. I still cry during Goodbye Love and I still know all the words to La Vie Boheme. I always will.