Les Miserables!

        To give you some background before I start raving, I love Les Mis. Like a lot. Like so much that I have listened to it every night that I have spent at home for almost two years. And am I tired of it, you ask? Not a teeny little smidgen. I do listen to other music (LOTR soundtracks, classical music, and Phantom of the Opera mostly), but Les Mis is my favorite. I know that those who have heard/seen/read it will know exactly why, and you can be excited for me when I tell you my big news.

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        I am going to see Les Miserables on April 11th! Now, before you (and I) go completely crazy, I have to say that it is not any expensive fancy production. It is done by a regional musical theatre company, but a very good one. I can vouch for that, having seen a few of their performances, and personally knowing several of the people who are involved in directing. My former ballet teacher is choreographing it and her father is directing this particular one - I also know a few people in the cast, which is kind of strange to think about... Anyway, I am REALLY excited! My dad and I are going together and it is going to be so fun!

        I actually saw the US tour in August two years ago when it was in our area and it was spectacular. I cannot say enough good things about it. I think I was looking forward with undimmed excitement for over six months, and of course, knew all of the lyrics by heart (except from a couple of songs that I skip every time I listen to it - they are unnecessary, and those who are familiar with Les Mis will know what I am talking about). I was in heaven, Les Mis heaven. Then, the movie came out the Christmas after, and I went to see that too. I loved it, not quite as much as the stage version, but it was still delightful. And yes, I have watched the movie again since I saw it in the theatre. 

        In January of last year, my dad told me that he was taking my mom to see the stage version. I was devastated, to put it lightly. Let's just say that it caused me hours and hours of tears. Looking back on it now, I can say that I acted rather pitifully, but I don't think that I really could have done any thing about it. I had to wait all of the way until June when they went, and I cried about it several times a week for six months (I am an emotional person and always have been - my feelings come out through my eyes). I was a mess the day they went. I felt kind of bad because I was probably making the experience less enjoyable, and shut myself in my room for the whole time they were gone. 

        I am not quite as insane as I was then, but am still inexplicably happy about getting to go to this regional production. I wish I could tell you where it is, but if I did, then the stalkers would eat me! And we don't want that to happen, do we?

Blessings,

Reyna