Ever since Elizabeth has gotten into a play, you’ve begged to go to New York to see her. Eventually you go and it’s the time of your life. You see her physically play her role and she’s everything.

The show ends as they bow and leave behind the curtains. You’re tempted to stay but you don’t. Beginning to leave, you manage to bump into someone while texting your friends that you’ve seen the Elizabeth Lail.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, dear,” that familiar voice apologizes. Elizabeth.