Chasing Fireflies: a Broadway love story: book and lyrics

New York, NY. The gritty 1970's. Garbage blew across the graffitied streets and the smell of bread still wafted from the Silvercup factory. Squatters were homesteading Soho and the East Village; nobody lived in Brooklyn unless they'd been born there.

But, if you caught "red velvet curtain disease," you hardly noticed. Because you lived in another world. Whether you planned to make the magic or simply wanted to be close to it, you believed that anything was possible: which it was, even if only for a moment and maybe not exactly as you imagined it would be.