regrets by proxy

I asked my cousin Vickydali, who has lived in New York pretty much all her adult life, whether she has seen Hamilton. No, she said, you can't get tickets for that for a year. I thought you might have heard of it before it got big, I said. She had, she said; her cousin on her father's side, who still lives in Puerto Rico, came to New York in order to see it. Vickydali loves musicals, and is interested in the success of fellow Nuyoricans, but -- a *rap* musical? Probably not for her, she thought.

I sent her links to Wait For It and The Room Where It Happens. I wonder whether the infatuation will take hold.