I will start by painting the picture of the day with words:
Imagine a theatre, a row of mostly empty seats in back of the orchestra section on the floor, tucked back under the balcony. The stage is set with two chairs and a piano, dimly lit, with the theater logo front lit on the back curtain. I sit, nearly center of the row next to my roomate Dan, umbrellas under seats, smiling faces turned on waiting for the show. Pan over to Dan's right to-- his blind date. Three's company right?
I am holding a copy of The L Magazine , reading intently about things like a planned eco-friendly lights out day for the city in March, how to give up New Year's resolutions (I'm not doing SO bad!) and circling broadway shows in the back that I just NEED to see. Dan is chatting away with the new found friend that he just met by way of clothing identification on in the lobby. They talk of things like jobs, fear of facial hair, Mormonism, coming out, you know-the usual. I sit reading slightly awkwardly next to the chatty Cathy's, trying not to look like I'm listening, but actually listening. I hear a few references to myself here and there in the conversation, but actually perk up when the date offers "hey, I think it's cool that you came. It's like meeting Will AND Grace!" Deep breathing is the only thing that can control the laughter.
Pan back out to full stage view. I move one seat down to seperate from the daters, and to avoid the bald head of Mr. Clean in front of me. The lights dim. There are a few introductions and the hippie-looking' guy that produced records for No Doubt and Dave Mathews Band comes out on stage. Soon after, the super tall, and super amazing Idina Menzel takes a chair next to him. This might be the most exciting thing I've seen in person in a long time. I've seen some great things in New York, but this might top the top 10 list. Seriously, it was magical. I suppose I have this unwavering connection to her because I sang "Take Me or Leave Me" from Rent for my Ladies First audition at Michigan State to get into the accapella group. It linked me to her in some way, so seeing her in person made me want to pee my pants a little. I sat up, like a little kid, my fist in my mouth just hanging on pretty much her every word. She went over all the important stuff, everthing from her super hot husband, to Rent, to Wicked and everything in between. She's amazing.
She did a few songs, starting with Defying Gravity from Wicked. It was wicked. She then got into a few songs of her new album, which is simply amazing. One of her songs entitled "Brave" gave me chills. I would recommend looking it up. I clapped and sat in awe and felt complete for the moment. I had a strange fascination/obsession with Wicked when living in Korea, belting out all the songs in my apartment to what I'm sure was unhappiness for my quiet Korean neighbors. This all sprung up due to reading the novel by Gregory Maguire and pretty much was hooked from then on. I had to wait more than a year to see the Broadway production, and suddenly the whole story is complete! Let the jealousy responses start: now.
Imagine a theatre, a row of mostly empty seats in back of the orchestra section on the floor, tucked back under the balcony. The stage is set with two chairs and a piano, dimly lit, with the theater logo front lit on the back curtain. I sit, nearly center of the row next to my roomate Dan, umbrellas under seats, smiling faces turned on waiting for the show. Pan over to Dan's right to-- his blind date. Three's company right?
I am holding a copy of The L Magazine , reading intently about things like a planned eco-friendly lights out day for the city in March, how to give up New Year's resolutions (I'm not doing SO bad!) and circling broadway shows in the back that I just NEED to see. Dan is chatting away with the new found friend that he just met by way of clothing identification on in the lobby. They talk of things like jobs, fear of facial hair, Mormonism, coming out, you know-the usual. I sit reading slightly awkwardly next to the chatty Cathy's, trying not to look like I'm listening, but actually listening. I hear a few references to myself here and there in the conversation, but actually perk up when the date offers "hey, I think it's cool that you came. It's like meeting Will AND Grace!" Deep breathing is the only thing that can control the laughter.
Pan back out to full stage view. I move one seat down to seperate from the daters, and to avoid the bald head of Mr. Clean in front of me. The lights dim. There are a few introductions and the hippie-looking' guy that produced records for No Doubt and Dave Mathews Band comes out on stage. Soon after, the super tall, and super amazing Idina Menzel takes a chair next to him. This might be the most exciting thing I've seen in person in a long time. I've seen some great things in New York, but this might top the top 10 list. Seriously, it was magical. I suppose I have this unwavering connection to her because I sang "Take Me or Leave Me" from Rent for my Ladies First audition at Michigan State to get into the accapella group. It linked me to her in some way, so seeing her in person made me want to pee my pants a little. I sat up, like a little kid, my fist in my mouth just hanging on pretty much her every word. She went over all the important stuff, everthing from her super hot husband, to Rent, to Wicked and everything in between. She's amazing.
She did a few songs, starting with Defying Gravity from Wicked. It was wicked. She then got into a few songs of her new album, which is simply amazing. One of her songs entitled "Brave" gave me chills. I would recommend looking it up. I clapped and sat in awe and felt complete for the moment. I had a strange fascination/obsession with Wicked when living in Korea, belting out all the songs in my apartment to what I'm sure was unhappiness for my quiet Korean neighbors. This all sprung up due to reading the novel by Gregory Maguire and pretty much was hooked from then on. I had to wait more than a year to see the Broadway production, and suddenly the whole story is complete! Let the jealousy responses start: now.
Oh, P.S. this is the famous 92nd St. Y. where this all took place.
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