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11 a.m. Wake-up Call

All Photos by Gillian Laub

Starting the last day like any other, with tea in bed at her rented New York pied-à-terre. “There’s no light in that apartment,” says LuPone. “It drove my husband crazy, but I was able to sleep late.” Her husband, Matt Johnston, moved to the city with her for part of the run; her high-school-senior son stayed with them over the summer

1 p.m.
Two Hours to Curtain

LuPone does her daily warm-up routine. Here, she uses what she calls “my prison door.” When she saw the Gypsy audience shrink to 900 (in a theater with more than 1,600 seats), she wrote: The beginning of the end.“My line was, ‘I could see the writing on the wall, so I started writing on the wall.’”

2 p.m.
One Hour to Curtain

Among those who visited her dressing room was lyricist Scott Wittman, a longtime collaborator who’d caught a red-eye to be with her. “It’s important to go through those experiences with friends,” he says. “I told her stuff to make her laugh, none of it printable.”

Greeting Paul Huntley, who designs all of LuPone's wigs, before donning Mama Rose's curls for the last time.

Suiting up with dresser Lolly Totero and, almost out of frame, childhood friend Pam Lyster.

2:55 p.m.
Five Minutes to Curtain

Last-minute vocalizing, accompanied by the show’s conductor, Joseph Thalken. Keeping her voice in shape was a constant challenge. “I have the chops because I have phenomenal training,” she says.

4:15 p.m.
Act One

A rare moment in a quick-change booth toward the back of the stage. “It’s a high-energy act where if I’m not singing, I’m running,” says LuPone. “There are two places where I can rest.”

4:30 p.m.
“All I Need Is a Girl”

“I lie down on a love seat during this song,” says LuPone, “basically to reenergize for ‘Everything’s Coming Up Roses’”—which closes the first act. “I’m listening to the singing, to the applause. I’m thinking of life. I’m not so Method that I can’t think of anything but the theater.”

4:45 p.m.

A warm hug from Laurents. “I’m thinking, ‘Thank God this particular ugliness that was part of my career has been resolved,’” LuPone says of getting beyond their issues. “Thank God the cloud has lifted.”

LuPone’s old dresser, Lyle Jones, returns for a farewell massage while his replacement, Lolly Totero, attends to the second-act shoes.

5 p.m.
Intermission Ends

LuPone with her young cast. “The people that were the most upset about this closing were the kids making their Broadway debut,” she says. “It was their first experience with this kind of death.”

5:30 p.m.
Act Two

“It’s a trial to get through a final performance without breaking down into tears,” says LuPone. “We didn’t succeed."

A backstage embrace with co-star Boyd Gaines.

Preparing for LuPone's last and biggest number, “Rose’s Turn.”

6:10 p.m.
“Rose’s Turn”

LuPone belting out her showstopper: “I didn’t have to worry about Tuesday. I could scream at [Gypsy] before the last song, which is what Arthur always wanted me to do. I could scream within the song, which he didn’t necessarily want me to do."

6:15 p.m.
Curtain Call

LuPone takes a bow with co-stars Boyd Gaines and Laura Benanti.

6:18 p.m.
Sondheim and Laurents thank their star, and vice versa.

6:20 p.m.
Standing Ovation

“Patti was like a lion tamer that day—the audience was so rabid she had to control them,” says Wittman. “It was positively Greek.”

6:35 p.m.

LuPone toasts the cast (husband Matt is to her right).

Ensemble member—and former “Legally Blonde” contestant—Emma Zaks.

7 p.m.
The Dressing Room

“She doesn’t gather any moss,” says Wittman. “That’s a real life in the theater. You’re together for a really hot time and then it ends and you move on to the next experience.”

7:45 p.m.
Signing Autographs

LuPone gauged the mood of fans outside as “just over the top. They were grateful, thankful that they had this theatrical experience. That says a couple of things: We did a really good job, and the theater is in a really bad place.”

9:30 p.m.
The End

Patti and Matt head home to Connecticut after dinner with the cast at Angus. “I go through my emotional gestalt,” she says, “but when it’s over, it’s over. All I did was hug the few people that I saw and said, ‘I can’t say good-bye. Parting is such sorrowful sweat.’”