one blaze of glory
I can't believe this is goodbye.
I can't believe I will never be able to see it live on stage. I will never get to sit inside that run-down theater, to have that cast, any cast, close enough to touch. I will never be able to see and hear them perform the beautiful songs, all of which I know by heart. I will never get to cheer for Roger's Glory, Angel's Today 4 U, or Mimi's Out Tonight; I will never get to grin over the sheer joy and beauty that is I'll Cover You; I will never be able to sing Christmas Bells with all fifteen of them; I will never get to MOO with Maureen (which is, honestly, one of the things I most want to do in life); I will never get to dance in my seat for La Vie Boheme; I will never get to cry with Collins as he sings I'll Cover You: Reprise; I will never get swept away by What You Own; I will never get to cry my eyes out once Finale B is done. I will never be able to actually see the very first musical that has touched me so completely, the one I love so much, and I can't put into words how much it hurts to know that.
I got teary-eyed when I first found out about it, and now I just want to sit and have a good cry for a while. God. I will never be able to see Rent the way it was meant to be seen. This was never supposed to end, dammit.
Nine hundred thirty thousand, one hundred eighty minutes. Thank you, Jonathan Larson.
I can't believe I will never be able to see it live on stage. I will never get to sit inside that run-down theater, to have that cast, any cast, close enough to touch. I will never be able to see and hear them perform the beautiful songs, all of which I know by heart. I will never get to cheer for Roger's Glory, Angel's Today 4 U, or Mimi's Out Tonight; I will never get to grin over the sheer joy and beauty that is I'll Cover You; I will never be able to sing Christmas Bells with all fifteen of them; I will never get to MOO with Maureen (which is, honestly, one of the things I most want to do in life); I will never get to dance in my seat for La Vie Boheme; I will never get to cry with Collins as he sings I'll Cover You: Reprise; I will never get swept away by What You Own; I will never get to cry my eyes out once Finale B is done. I will never be able to actually see the very first musical that has touched me so completely, the one I love so much, and I can't put into words how much it hurts to know that.
I got teary-eyed when I first found out about it, and now I just want to sit and have a good cry for a while. God. I will never be able to see Rent the way it was meant to be seen. This was never supposed to end, dammit.
Nine hundred thirty thousand, one hundred eighty minutes. Thank you, Jonathan Larson.