Horton saw the what?

The other night the Dramatist Guild held a gala. I attended the performance part (as dinner seats were 500 smackers… sorry but this playwright is poor.) So I picked up my two balcony comps that consisted of two blue raffle tickets from Staples (classy).
After climbing the stairs, having beat most of the elderly and overweight patrons I had some time to I scout the location for the perfect seat; the front row.
I ask the woman-sitting center “Is someone sitting here?”
“You” was her response.
So my guest and I sat.
Two minutes pass and she asks, “Who is the playwright?”
“I am” I say unsure.
“Oh and is this your playwright groupie?”
I look to my boyfriend of a year and a half and laugh.
“I’m the rock star,” he says to me.
“Yes” I say, “He is my groupie.”
Without missing a beat she responds with “So have you written anything I would know?” I have known this woman a moment and there it was, the smack in the face. That big question! Well, have I? Immediately I think of my plays, all my backstage work, my stint in TV/Film production, any famous person I ever met, my college degree, and my future masters only a year away but none of it could be summed up into such a neat response.
“No.” I say coldly.
“Oh, well my last play was a finalist in the O’Neal festival. And I have a reading in June…” blah blah..
I zone out angrily. Then she introduces me to the young woman next to her.
“She has a play going up in the (some big festival) soon…” She continues to gush.
I smile at the woman. Back and forth they both went talking about how grand their work was. I try to interject saying…
“Well my last play was in the Strawberry Festival and they are publish….”
Cuts me off.
“Oh yes I have had a few plays there…” she says while rolling her eyes.
After which, I sat there, in the lull, a lull that is my budding career.
I had nothing to say for myself and for what seems like a lifetime of work. Twenty-Four years old (almost Twenty Five) and I do not have an answer for “have you written anything I would have seen?” No, I don’t suppose I have.
Bitterly, I sat there mulling this over as Stephen Sondheim speaks, then Robert Holms, then my buddy John Guare and no answer comes. Finally, Marsha Norman gives Horton Foote a lifetime achievement award.
This man is close to death, she holds the mic for him as he reads his notes, (his speaking voice sounds like the creepy old man neighbor on the “Family Guy” who is attracted to Chris). He talks about his start in the business as an actor and how he fell into writing and has never stopped since. Then my mind catches up to me. What has he written? I have no clue. I look over his biography, half a page and I think wait a minute, I’ve never seen his work or read it and he’s apparently big stuff! That’s it. That is it, (besides me needing to catch up on my playwriting history) the answer! Not everyone can see your work. Other people have and they seem to like it. The point is I should have said was “ That you would have seen? Not yet.”