New York Musical Theatre Festival

New York Musical Theatre Festival

The New York Musical Theatre Festival (NYMF) is an annual three-week fall festival which presents more than thirty new musicals at venues in New York City's midtown theater district. More than half of these productions are chosen by leading theater artists and producers through an open-submission, double-blind evaluation process; the remaining shows are invited to participate by the Festival's artistic staff.

As of November 2009, the festival has premiered over 200 musicals, which have featured the work of over 6,000 artists and have been attended by 170,000 theatergoers. As of August 2010, NYMF alumni productions had been produced in 48 U.S. states (plus the District of Columbia,) and in 16 countries worldwide.

Read more about New York Musical Theatre Festival:  History, Notable Alumni Productions

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