When I said I was your typical college student, I lied. I'm probably very far from your typical college student. I'm not much of a drinker, that whole party scene never really interested me. Most kids my age are listening to strange rap songs that, today, apparently have some affinity for using digitized sounds like babies crying or munchkin/chipmunk voices to somehow "enhance" their soulful message of what they would like to do to their bitches and hoes. Clearly, thats not my thing. I'm one of those weird people who would much rather be listening to the soulful belting of broadway divas rather than the trivial noise they play on the radio. Sinful, I know.
Truth is, a lot of the time I don't even really feel like I fit in, mostly because I don't. Now, please understand that I am not one of those kids who hates the world and life because they are not accepted. Let me be clear, I have friends, and I love them, but I dont think its any secret that no one understands my passion for the Great White Way. My mom once expressed her joy that I did not subject myself to the drama of relationships after my friend was experiencing some difficulties with her boyfriend. I joked and said "yes, this is why I only date Broadway Shows" obviously i was kidding, but in all honesty there is some symbolic truth to this statement. (DISCLAIMER: i am HAPPILY single. boys are so dumb at this age, who needs em? no seriously)
So let me briefly explain the evolving history of my passionate relationship with the theatre...
It all started with Hairspray. I had seen Hairspray in the movies and I fell in love. My mother offered to take me on a trip my freshman year and I immediately jumped on the chance to go to NYC for the first time and see my very first Broadway Show. That's right, Hairspray was my first. It will always hold a special place in my heart as being the show that allowed me to grow from mere girl to theatre nerd.
After a while, I moved on to Little Mermaid. We were childhood sweethearts, so obviously when the show hit Broadway I HAD to see it. It was AMAZING and don't let the mediocre reviews fool you. After that, Legally Blonde stole my heart away for a few months of unbridled pink passionate love.
Since then I've had shorter relationships with shows, some of them just with their soundtrack, others a nice quick spell as they pass through town on a tour. This summer I had a brief heartwarming fling with Thoroughly Modern Millie, Spring Awakening, Spamalot, and a nice long summer romance with 9 to 5. (again critics are idiots, dont listen to them, GREAT SHOW)
As for now, I am mainly playing 3 different shows. A Chorus Line, Hair, and Next to Normal. I love them all equally depending on what mood I'm in. However none of these shows compare to the great love affair I have with one show in particular. . .
I am. absolutely. in love. with Wicked. for those of you who think thats cliche and fangirlish and that im not a real theatre fan if i like that show well...[insert expletive here] YOU, Ihateyou. Because when those notes sound, and that chorus sings, and that girl flies out in that bubble, I am in complete bliss. Ohmygod. I have had the privilege of seeing the show live twice and have seen it *cough* unofficially an infinite amount more. Defying Gravity has got to be the most wonderful theatrical moment of all time. seriously. belting, lighting, special effects, orchestrations, chorus, you name it. all at its best at one moment, and the house goes dark. which is just pure genius because everyone MUST say WOW. at that moment, whether or not the show continues. might as well make it time for intermission, but I digress. I could go on about the splendor of Wicked all day, but I wont. I might on another day though.
Sooo...so what exactly? So I am this total freak who manages to be completely satisfied worshiping the stage. Well, I guess that this will just be a place for me to try to make sense of my love affair. I decided I will need a good outlet to express my joys/concerns/issues if I want this completely healthy relationship to continue. At least until I get to New York one day, the magical city that houses the strange breed of people like me.
Until then, I am going to continue being my crazy self with no apologies....and I guess we will all have to wait and see what comes next...
cem.
