The remaining three performances of A Streetcar Named Desire at Lyric Opera are “sold out,” but you might still be able to score a seat. Try calling the box office, where tickets turn up for resale when the original buyer can’t make it.

Or, if you’re a lot more flexible than, say, Stanley Kowalski, you could show up early and attempt to snag one from a patron in the outer lobby. There’s a good chance that won’t work, but if it does, it’ll be worth the effort.

Here’s why:

There’s nothing “semi” about this “semi-staged” production of Andre Previn’s opera based on Tennessee Williams’s classic play. It doesn’t have sets—and doesn’t need them. A row of slat-backed chairs, a table, a bed, and a trunk are all it takes for Previn’s rich orchestral music and this cast to create the gritty world of delusional Southern “aristocrat” Blanche DuBois; her sister, Stella; Stella’s brutal working-class husband, Stanley; and Stanley’s work buddy Mitch.