The other day I had an exciting meeting in New York City for one of my newest musicals. As my fairy godmother had a bit of static with her wand, the pumpkin refused to turn into a coach and I had to take public transportation. I made a mad dash to the station. To my relief, the next train had not yet left. I quickly hopped into the first car and took a seat, happy that luck was shining on me. Right before we started rolling, a middle-aged man in a blue cap and olive-green jacket stood up in the front of the aisle. I didn’t know it then, but what he had to say would change my heart forever….