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Show of hands - who's been to the theatre in the past year?

Don't be ashamed. You're not the only one who hasn't been to see a play since you starred in your High School's version of "Our Town". And while I'm certain you were AMAZING, you should know- the theatre has so much more to offer than a venue for nerdy kids to hide out in until graduation.

Live theatre allows you to willingly suspend all disbelief, to see fellow humans become someone else's creation, live someone else's life, cry and laugh through someone else's pain. It's wonderful! And terrible! And you need to get your butt into a seat ASAP!

Don't want to see Death of Salesman for the thousandth time? No problem. Dallas has some new work for you to see.

The next two weeks provide many ample, pay-what-you-can opportunities to see new theater in Dallas. Thanks to Nouveau 47's New Works/New Voices Exchanges Program you have eight opportunities to see World Premiers. You can reserve your tickets here- http://www.nouveau47.com/tickets/
And no, that "free" under price isn't a mistake. Reserve your tickets with an email address and when you arrive bring cash to donate-what-you-can. Also bring some wine or cold beer because Nouveau 47 let's you BYOB! You can't find a better (cheaper) way to spend an evening than that!

So to recap:
New Theater+BYOB+donate-what-you-can= an awesome night
The fun starts this Thursday the 26th.
http://www.nouveau47.com/exchanges2012/
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