Alessandra Potalivo

tell my storyyy✨ …

…about how I fell in love with Death Becomes Her.

To be honest, I waited a long time before seeing it.

Back in March ‘25, I won the ticket lottery, but I didn’t want to go alone. (Or maybe the stars just weren’t aligned yet.)

Either way, DBH kept finding its way back to me. Then it went viral, and seeing it became my mission.

I waited until the week after the Tonys. (And, for the record, that year I’d seen every nominated play and musical.)

As fate would have it, while I was at an event during the Tribeca Festival, I won the lotto again for the very next day.

That had to be a sign.

There was no way I was letting it slip away again.

This time, I was ready.

Front Row Center. Seats 107–108.

IYKYK.

Needless to say, the experience is different from the front row.

I was completely captivated from the very first second I stepped inside the Lunt. (A place that would eventually become home.)

I was back less than five days later.

I guess that says it all.

Every visit felt different. I always noticed something new. I saw countless cast combinations—each one brilliant, each one unique.

Five days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. And before I knew it, I had walked through those doors 52 times.

Along the way came friendships that only this show could have brought into my life, and for that I’ll never stop thanking the universe.

Thank you for being part of my perfect bubble.

To my friends, the usher, security, the cast, the orchestra, everyone working behind the scenes, and everyone who helped make this show what it was…

Thank you.

Thank you, fifty-two times over.

Because in the end, it was never just a show.