Color and Light...
I just had the greatest day of theatre in my life.
It started with the revival of Sunday in the Park with George. The show...there are no words, really. I started crying during "Children and Art", and I continued until the show ended. It was fantastic and I cannot wait to see it again. It renewed my interest in being on stage.
My friends were less thrilled. They didn't give a standing ovation when Danial and Jenna came out at curtain call. One said "Forget the score, I love the set" at intermission. Two of them couldn't get through act I...they started going through their purses and looking at their phones.
Later I saw The Homecoming. It was...fantastic. Hilarious in an incredibly dark, twisted way. I met a girl at the stage door who was incredibly nice and agreed to take and e-mail a photo to me that I took with Raul Esparza, my favorite actor.
My friends went to see Phantom and wouldn't stop talking about how much they loved it. And one girl thinks the perfect musical in Cats. I told her I preferred my composers with artistic integrity.
It's just...they act like they know so much about theatre. They don't. They don't care about anything new. I'm just the weird one who doesn't appreciate Webber's "work".
I just...can't talk to my friends about theatre anymore sometimes.... It feels like, since coming to NYC, my taste in theatre has become more sophisticated. I guess it's because I have more access to new shows. Or because I'm willing to take a risk and see something I know nothing about. They don't take chances. And they don't listen to the occasional suggestion I throw out there.
I talked about how amazing Company was. No one cared. One of them got the cast recording on a whim months later, after the show closed, and suddenly they all loved it. It's just...I'm different, so they refused to listen to it.
It started with the revival of Sunday in the Park with George. The show...there are no words, really. I started crying during "Children and Art", and I continued until the show ended. It was fantastic and I cannot wait to see it again. It renewed my interest in being on stage.
My friends were less thrilled. They didn't give a standing ovation when Danial and Jenna came out at curtain call. One said "Forget the score, I love the set" at intermission. Two of them couldn't get through act I...they started going through their purses and looking at their phones.
Later I saw The Homecoming. It was...fantastic. Hilarious in an incredibly dark, twisted way. I met a girl at the stage door who was incredibly nice and agreed to take and e-mail a photo to me that I took with Raul Esparza, my favorite actor.
My friends went to see Phantom and wouldn't stop talking about how much they loved it. And one girl thinks the perfect musical in Cats. I told her I preferred my composers with artistic integrity.
It's just...they act like they know so much about theatre. They don't. They don't care about anything new. I'm just the weird one who doesn't appreciate Webber's "work".
I just...can't talk to my friends about theatre anymore sometimes.... It feels like, since coming to NYC, my taste in theatre has become more sophisticated. I guess it's because I have more access to new shows. Or because I'm willing to take a risk and see something I know nothing about. They don't take chances. And they don't listen to the occasional suggestion I throw out there.
I talked about how amazing Company was. No one cared. One of them got the cast recording on a whim months later, after the show closed, and suddenly they all loved it. It's just...I'm different, so they refused to listen to it.