What’s a “Will Call?” “Will Call” comes from the phrase “Will call upon.” It means that you will call upon us for your tickets. This is the standard phrase for theater and concert events. If you go anywhere worth going, they won’t label the booth “Pick Up.” I assure you that a “Pick Up” booth or table would not be glamorous enough for our events. A “Pick Up” area better suits a department store; it has no business at a concert hall.
Let me demonstrate the difference.
Proper Patron: “Why, hello. I’d like to call upon you fine Box Office Assistants for my tickets to this fabulous concert.”
Improper Patron: “Sup? My tickets?”
Either way you’ll get your tickets, but now you know why it’s called Will Call. You are welcome to call upon me, fine patrons, whenever you shall covet your tickets (Read: Yo dawgs, come and get your tix when you want ‘em).
Next weekend, the Boston Philharmonic will perform Prokofiev’s Romeo and Juliet (R&J). This kicks off a string of R&J related performances in the greater Boston area. The following weekend the Boston Symphony Orchestra will perform Berlioz’ R&J and starting June 14 The Colonial Theater will house West Side Story.
Clearly, the show to attend is the Prokofiev. I say that, not only because the BPO hosts my blog, but also because the Prokofiev is better than the Berlioz and West Side Story is rubbish (I’ve always felt that Stanley Kramer’s Judgement At Nuremberg was robbed of the Oscar). And if you’re not into music inspired by or musicals loosely based on the Bard’s most famous work, our show will also include a performance of Shostakovich’s Second Cello Concerto with cellist (duh) Natalia Gutman.
The good news — the show is very well sold, which means that the bars near our venues will be packed with patrons itching to chat about Prokofiev’s symphonic representation of history’s most beloved whiny teens. The bad news — you might not be able to get the seat you etched your name into, but if you call our office, I might be able to help you get something super close to (if not exactly) what you were looking for. Our number (if we haven’t made it onto your speed dial list just yet) – 617-236-0999.
If you lose your tickets you will never ever be admitted into the venue. You must have your tickets. It’s really rare that customers lose their tickets and we make no exceptions.
Except it’s opposite day. There are between five and ten people who lose their tickets per performance. Usually, there are another bunch of people who just never received them because they were lost somewhere in the United States Postal Service’s giant, trusty bins o’ mail.
Fear not, dear friends. We always have a list of patrons who have purchased tickets at our table. Our preference is that our patrons have their tickets on their person prior to showtime. If everyone forgot their tickets, we’d have a line of angry patrons around the block waiting to be admitted to the show. Absolute mayhem. I’ve seen it happen. It isn’t pretty.
“Ugh! What’s the point? It’s, like, so lame. There aren’t even lyrics and half the audience is asleep by the time the conductor drops his stick. Hello? If you need a nap, you can do it for free at home.”
Admittedly, most of my generation believes that they have no interest in classical music. Some of them mean it, and that may be for the better.