This year I enjoyed “Beautiful: The Carole King Musical” and “Dear Evan Hansen” on Broadway; and “Star Wars: The Last Jedi” movie sequel.
As the year comes to a close, I can’t help imagining a conversation in a diner among the central characters.
Evan Hansen: “Hey, you want to sign my cast?”
Luke Skywalker: “What?”
Evan Hansen: “No, forget it. I was just, nothing. You were saying?”
Carole King: “No, you asked if we wanted to sign your cast, right?”
Evan Hansen: “No, well, I don’t know. Maybe.”
Luke Skywalker: “What happened to your arm?”
Evan Hansen: “It’s a long story. It’s OK. I don’t even have a pen.”
Luke Skywalker: “Oh, you feel bad about your arm, which is going to heal. How do you think I feel? My father and I got into a battle a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away and this is what happened.”
Evan Hansen: “Wow, that’s a scary fake hand. You win.”
Carole King: “You both have scars. We all do, right? My parents divorced.”
Evan Hansen: “My dad left when I was young.”
Luke Skywalker: “Oh, so sorry for you. When I was born, I had to be hidden from my father, who was angry and moody and wore a mask and wanted to kill me.”
Evan Hansen: “Aren’t you supposed to be a Jedi Master now? Why do you seem so angry and annoyed all
the time?”
Luke Skywalker: “I am a Jedi Master.”
Evan Hansen: “Oh, right. So, how come you don’t sound cool and wise?”
Luke Skywalker: “It’s just that I have low blood sugar and I haven’t eaten in a while and I’m not sure what to order.”
Yoda: “Hmmm, not know what to order, do you?”
Carole King: “Wow, you’re from far away, aren’t you?”
Yoda: “Say that, you could.”
Luke Skywalker: “Master Yoda. I’m so hungry and I’m not sure whether to get the burger or the salad.”
Evan Hansen: “You’re glowing, Yoda.”
Yoda: “When 900 years old, and dead, you are, this good will you not look.”
Luke Skywalker: “Master Yoda. What should I do?”
Yoda: “Order the salad, would I. Delicious it looks. Leave you, I must.”
Luke Skywalker: “Wait, but what should I get to drink?”
Evan Hansen: “For a Jedi Master, you often seem to need Yoda or Obi-Wan to give you advice. Can’t you make your own decisions?”
Carole King: “Listen, Evan, Luke here knows he has glowing friends who come running to see him again whenever he calls their name.”
Evan Hansen: “They come whenever you need them? That’s cool.”
Luke Skywalker: “Yeah, I guess, but I’ve been trying to spend time on my own, far away from all the ‘saving the galaxy’ responsibilities. There always seems to be another Death Star or some young person with the ability to move rocks with his or her mind who needs guidance.”
Evan Hansen: “I’m the opposite. I’m trying to help save other people to get away from my loneliness. High school is tough.”
Carole King: “You got romantic issues, too, Evan, don’t you?”
Evan Hansen: “No, of course not, why do you say that?”
Carole King: “I can tell you feel the earth move under your feet.”
Evan Hansen: “Do you have a song for everything?”
Carole King: “Well, pretty much.”
Luke Skywalker: “Yeah, don’t challenge her. The number of songs she’s written far exceeds the number of ‘Star Wars’ sequels.”
Evan Hansen: “That is a lot. Does that include the one-off movies?”
Luke Skywalker: “Yes.”
Evan Hansen: “Does she know anything about trying to stop faking things?”
Luke Skywalker: “Yes, and it’s not too late, baby, to learn from her.”