Dancing through life - Wicked

  "It's good to see me, isn't it? No need to answer, that was retorical."-Glinda

    Starbucks. I spilt my hot chocolate all over my lightblue jeans. I was on my way to a musical. So I ran. I ran to Zara, to the sales rack to pick up the first dress I found and it looked beautiful in a dark, twisted way and cost me only… well, to much. And I had to pair it with converse. But it was better than my jeans and it fitted the whole wicked witch theme going on, so why not?
    I discovered the musical Wicked four years ago and have been a fan ever since, even though I never saw it I knew the storyline and I listened to the music all the time. When writing.

    In 2009 when I last went to London I wanted to see it so badly, but there was no time, so this time it was a dream coming true. It truly was amazing. I started crying under the first song. Everything was so perfect. Glinda, Elphaba, the dialogue sounded even better in British, the dancers were the best and the scene, the props – I loved it all. I cried and I cried and I cried. It was worth the 50 pounds. It was worth more.

    If you’re in London, allow yourself to see one musical. If you can only allow yourself to see one musical, see Wicked. It’s spectacular!

Amen.

Mari Clémentine